Head Over Sneakers | on hold

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EYES SCREWED INTO narrow slits, I held my backpack high enough to cover the large percentage of my face as I moved swiftly down the hall.
Slithering in and out between the seas of bodies, I did my best to avoid the bane of my existence who conveniently had been trying to find me.
Before entering the cafeteria, I overheard Devon asking Mike where I was and that if he'd seen me to either send me his way or alert him. That was enough to let me know that I was safe nowhere.
My own brother, my flesh and blood was going to betray me. The thought caused a snarl to form.
Turning round to see if anyone was following me, I pursed my lips and tried to think of a safe spot to stay in whilst the duration of lunch passed by.
I know it was stupid to be hiding from him, but as of now, my blood boiled at the mere sight of him and I wasn't about to allow myself to lose my cool over someone so insignificant to me.
Sighing, I turned my head to face ahead only to halt in my footsteps. Shit.
Turning round the corner at a slow but constant pace was Devon. Thankfully he hadn't spotted me as his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Spinning rapidly in a circle I looked around frantically for somewhere to hide. Anywhere would be fine I just needed somewhere.
My eyes grew wide at the sight of a locker. It was wide but it would mean I'd have to squeeze in and stay in a crouched position until he'd passed by.
Thinking fast, I jumped for the locker.
He was fast approaching, he'd surprisingly made it down the hall and he'd reached halfway.
I leapt into the locker, holding the door with the tips of my fingers, making sure I didn't shut it but kept it near enough to being closed.
I watched him approach through the slits of metal in the middle and bit my lip as a sudden ache began to spread through my legs. Shit. I softly cried.
My heart rate began to speed up as he approached closer and closer. I cheered within as he was about to pass by.
One.
Two.
And then he stopped.
In my direct eyeline, his movements had come to an abrupt stop. He raised his phone to his ear and tapped his foot against the floor. Who the hell is he call—...?
My phone began to ring.
My eyes widened. Oh my god.
I practically ripped the zip of my bag off. Cursing under my breath like a mad woman, my eyes darted up and down: up to look at him to see if he'd heard the ringing and down to see if I could spot my phone to stop the ringing from exposing my hiding spot. 
Yes! I whispered in a thankful cry as I grabbed my phone and yanked it from the depths of my bag, holding it up to face me as my fingers went to tap the red button fast.
It was then, footsteps approached. Just as I'd ended the call, the door of the locker was yanked wide open.
"Mikaela?" Bitting my lip, I grabbed my bag and held it up to cover my face.
"No?" A series of chuckles escaped his lips as he reached into the locker and grabbed the bag from my insanely tight grasp.
"What the hell are you doing in there?"
The first thing I saw was Devon's smirk. I sighed in defeat. Hauling myself out from the tight space, I stood to my feet and snatched my bag back off him.
"Hiding from you." I admitted proudly.
His hazel eyes filled with amusement as the tips of his lips curled into an even bigger smirk.
"Nice job." He sarcastically stated, his laughter came out like overwhelmingly thunderous waves.
"How the hell did you even get my number?" I questioned him, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched him with narrowed eyes.
"Mike."
"Right...well...you've found me. So you may as well tell me what you want." I rolled my eyes and swung my bag across my shoulder.
Devon shoved his phone back into the pocket of his dark wash jeans and stared at me for a while before opening his mouth and relaying his message to me.
"I get that you don't like me."
I scoffed. "'Don't like' doesn't even begin to describe it."
Devon raised his brows at my comment but returned no childish jibe back.
"Right—...then. I want to help you get over this intense hate you have towards me."
At this, my jaw dropped in disbelief.
"Help—..?" He butted back in before I could continue.
A charming smile graced his lips as he ran his fingers through his locks of brown hair.
"You see the thing is, I like you. I have for a very long time. It surprises me that you never noticed it before but I think now is the time for you to know."
My eyes widened almost instantly. 
"Well—I hate you!" I bit back with a snarl. I was still stuck on the part of him stating that he liked me.
"Hate is a strong word, Ace."
He can't be serious. I thought to myself. He must be joking around with me or something!
"You're joking me right? Haha, very funny!"
Devon's smirk became a smile. It was soft and gentle and his eyes flickered with sincerity. "I'm not joking." He shrugged.
"Devon—..." I sternly stated as I moved away from him, still confused and unsure what to do after such a confession from him.
This had to be some sort of joke? After years of torment, teasing, pranks and so much more, he was standing before me and telling me confidently that he liked me? I wasn't stupid, but I also wasn't deaf or blind. I heard everything he'd said to me, loud and clear and I could see the way he was looking at me. Gently and softly. Sincerely.
"Okay, so what...you like me? But...I'm not sorry to say that I don't like you!"
Devon laughed, it was as if my words didn't hurt him at all. It was almost as if he'd heard something entirely different.
"You know how much I love a good challenge." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he slowly began to back away.
"Just you watch, Mikaela. You'll be head over heels in love with me before the end of this year." I rolled my eyes at his confidently spoken words and scoffed.
"You're forgetting one thing." I mused loudly before he could disappear down the hallway. Watching me, he rose a perfectly arched brow.
"I don't wear heels."

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