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CHAPTER FOUR SIX FEET UNDER !
TW; SEXUAL ASSAULT
mike sat in his room, the sound of i wanna be adored by the stone roses filling his ears, emerging him into the deep guitar and eery feeling it gave. he lay with his eyes shut heavy, as he heard his mother holler at him from the other side of the door- which was locked- but he ignored her, and simply turned the radio up.
ever since what will had told him about el's potential father, he had been in a dark abyss with himself. stuck in a mucky rut and unable to escape. he wanted to talk to her, and ask if she was alright, but another part of him was screaming for him not to get too invested in this girl. he barely knew a thing about her other than her name and that she lived across the street. she had already wove her way under mike's skin, tugging at him from afar.
mike realised he was soon to be late to karate if he didn't start moving, so he quickly grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder, messed with his hair, and was already jogging his way down the staircase within thirty seconds. he slipped a pair of old sneakers on, and shoved the front door open.
the walk wasn't too bad, it was a nice morning, flowers blooming through the cracks of the sidewalk and the grass slightly overgrown in some areas. it wasn't too busy, so even though the dojo was right in the middle of town, it didn't take him long to arrive.
once he did so, cheeks flushed from sweating amongst the humidity and emerging sun, mike sculled down his bottle of water that was incased in his bag, as he swung the dojo doors open. he tossed his hair out of his eyes and made his way towards the change rooms.
after routinely changing into his karate gear, walking out of the change rooms briskly, mike saw el sitting on the wooden bench seats that ran across the tight hall. he speed walked towards her, sliding across the bench to sit beside her.
she flinched, raising a hand up to cover her face. mike grabbed her arm, and softly put it down into her lap. he smiled at her. "hey, its just me."
she swallowed tight, and let out a strained grin that lasted less than a second- mike could barely catch it.
she moved her curls to cover the left side of her face. "hey."
"are you alright?" mike whispered, as more students began to pour into the hallway and walk back and forth between change rooms.
"i'm fine." she smiles shyly, before standing up. "i better get changed."
mike nods, realising she was still in a baby blue dress, which she kept pulling down so it would cover her knees. she looked uncomfortable in it, like she'd rather be wearing pants and a shirt like most girls their age did.
