short crush / love stories

Stop Talking to Me PT 1

Fixated on: Mikaela and Luke
A/N: it's 1 in the morning and I need to write~
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Mikaela
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"Mikaela!!" my mom blared out, "wake up!! It's the first day of school!!"
It was raining heavily and the breeze outside smelled sickening. When I woke up I sat on my bed watching the rain depressingly. I did not want to go to school.
I knew what I was going to do at school. Just sit in my desk and do my work. Then when people tried to talk to me I'd shut myself out and put a wall that is invincible and can't be destroyed.
I didn't even know who I was, how I benefited society, why I was living life. I just knew I wanted summer back.  Hot days, no regret, no need to overthink about social interactions.
"Mikaela Strauss!" my dad echoed, "You need to get out of your room right now and get ready."
I opened the door slightly. Suddenly, flashbacks of Junior year and other years at high school illuminated my mind. Where I was a hoe and I didn't even realize it. I wanted constant reassurance in men that I was normal. Because I didn't feel normal.
Junior year, I sent nudes to Kyle Detez, a prominent senior because I thought he would value my body with multiple compliments. For a while, it gave me great validation in myself as it was deemed as a great confidence booster. Until, he leaked my nudes to the whole entire school.
After that, I became scared of my peers and classmates. That I could never have friends or love anyone. A fear of being alone. Most people have this you can say, but I had it to the point where I was trying to find a perfect friendship/relationship that would never fail. All in all, my peers looked like villains in a horror movie. And I wasn't the courageous hero.
I drove myself to school using my Dad's BMW. The destination was Senior year. My anxiety hit the roof, I was about to be an adult. I wanted to still be a kid. A kid who just stayed at home and played video games on her pc. Interacting with others was always hard for me.
I grabbed my backpack and got out of my car. I locked the car a couple of times because I was scared of my objects in my car being stolen by people who despised me and loved to spread the scandal. I walked inside the school with my hoodie on, so nobody could see me.
Look down. Look down. Look down.
My eyes were positioned at the floor. I could see the tiles of the floor and it had an appealing and satisfying pattern. I counted the pattern mentally in my head. Blue, white, blue, white——
As I was walking I hit a strong, athletic, and powerful front. My body starts to shake violently. Because in my head, I knew this kid was popular. And I should never ever mess with the popular kids. Especially when I look like complete trash.
While still looking down, I murmur an apology. But I don't think he heard me.
"Excuse me?"
I didn't want to look up to identify who it was. I could feel the anger inside of him even if I wasn't looking up directly at him. But then I started to take a notice of his muscular imprint and I was tempted. Tempted to look up at him and to see his face. Finally I gave in and took a quick glance.
It was Luke Reynolds. Point guard for our basketball team. He was a very popular stardom at Whitechaft Prep, known for his good grades and dedication to winning conference and regional playoff wins for the basketball team. All he did was grind day in and day out for basketball. Nothing else.
As a result, I didn't know him well. I just heard of him. As a student for 4 years at Whitechaft, I knew everyone, but everyone didn't know the real me, only knew me for dating Kyle.
I realized he wasn't an asshole popular kid, but I couldn't talk to him and be seen with him, especially with my reputation. I knew what I had to do. I had to end it here.
"Sorry..."
I take multiple steps away quickly with a fast motion. I felt safe, but it seemed like a bad safe if I was running away from socializing....
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Instantly, school was over. As I was trying to open my locker, I felt that someone was behind me. As I took a peak behind, I saw Luke. Again.  But the next thing I shivered at was he didn't hesitate to take my hood down. I turned back fully to see him and I growled at him. I was pissed off. Nobody takes my hood down, especially if my hair was messed up...
I put my hood up again. As I did that I sensed the relief it posed. It was like being in my happy place. I tried to unlock my locker but I struggled. 
"Do you need help?" Luke asked softly.
I rolled my eyes. "What do you fucking want?"
"Woah there princess." Luke smirked.
I pinned him against my locker, he was shocked but at the same time he was hardcore laughing at me.
"Stop with these fucking jokes. I hate you and this school. You jerks kill me every fucking night of my life and make me stress about my standing in life. Stop with the jokes."
"What jokes?" At this point he was confused. At least he acted like he was confused.
"I just know you and what happened to you throughout Junior year."
"And?"
"I wanted to invite you to our first basketball game."
Was he fucking serious? Obviously this was just a "marketing strategy" for the team, so he can get as many people at the game for clout. I knew his bullshit. And if I went, obviously I would be sitting alone in the bleachers. That made more anxiety.
"Not a fucking chance Reynolds, I'd be alone as shit."
"No, not at all, you'd be sitting with my friends."
My head exploded and headaches mounted. They aren't my people. They can't hangout with me. They would think I'm a fucking loser.
"I can't.." I start to sigh, "but thanks for the offer."
I let go of him gently. I could see his slight frown but I didn't care because I was on the route to my happy place: home.
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After a long drive of contemplation of anxious thoughts, I arrived home. I unlocked the backdoor, and I was welcomed with total darkness. I decided not to turn on the light, but when I was near the kitchen I saw light shining, and I was puzzled. Who else is here? I walked up some stairs to the kitchen and saw my dad and my little sister who was a sophomore: Primrose. They were sitting on the table eating snacks.
"Hey dad," I said, "what's up?"
"We need to talk Mikaela," he says in a concerned tone.
"Yeah Dad and I are really worried..." Primrose blurted out.
"What about exactly?" I questioned.
"Well..." he begins to sigh. "Primrose told me how you interacted in school today."
I rolled my eyes. This shouldn't of been new information to my dad or my parents because last year everyday teachers would send me to the social worker for my sudden outbursts and facial gestures at school. I was just use to it. Parents, friends, family, teachers asking if I was okay. At this point, I was use to the point of feeling gloomy and others asking what's up. It was just some petty sympathy. Like when Luke tried to talk to me. It was just for sympathy. If I wasn't feeling melancholy then there was no reason why he would even talk to me.
Primrose was a snitch. I didn't blame her though, She was a youngin, as a sophomore, who doesn't know what it feels like to be constantly bleak. It was something uncontrollable. At this point, like I said million times before, I was use to it.
"You need to go to the basketball game with me!" Primrose beamed.
Oh hell no. Not happening. I use to be able sophomore year like her to extend my boundaries. I had a boyfriend and multiple friends, I'd go to many events at school and sports games. I felt normal at that time. Now I couldn't. I didn't trust anyone.  And to go with my sister, that would be an embarrassment. My popularity on the social status ladder would plummet.
"Yeah, you have to go," my dad emphasized, "no hoodies or anything."
"I'm not going," I hiss.
"Oh yes you are," He pauses, "Or else you will be grounded."
Every kid under the age of 18 was scared and petrified of that. I knew definitely I was. I wasn't going to be defiant, so eventually I obliged. I mean it couldn't be that bad right....