Against All Odds

Chapter 11

"What do you call a fly without wings?" Mike jokes.

I shake my head, unsure.

"A walk," he answers.

I laugh so hard until eventually I started snorting- very unattractively.

I've been spending my time with Mike a lot now since Zack made a pact to ignore me completely. The last time we spoke was the time we slept together 2 weeks ago. He doesn't talk to me nor even look at me now. I don't really know what's up or why he is doing this but I noticed that he's been quite close to Bree. On one occasion, I saw them holding hands.

So, I guess Zree (Zack + Bree) is on full swing.

I can't help but feel happy yet a little sad. I'm happy that Zack got a girlfriend but it made him very distant towards me. I miss those times when we would goof around or when we had our occasional pillow fight. But most of all, I miss talking to him.

The sound of Mike pulling the grass out of the ground snap me back to reality. We're sitting on the bare grass near the oak tree just by the make shift lake. I could almost make up my room from here. It's been 12 days in a row I've hanged out with Mike.

"Hey, don't do that." I chime.

He flashes me an amused smile and stops.

"So, how are things with Zack?" he asks, folding his toned arm behind his head.

Since Zack been steadily disregarding my existence, I don't really have anyone to talk about this and Mike sensing something was wrong was the only person I could lean on at times like this.

"He's still the same. Still doesn't acknowledge my existence." I respond, deflated.

"I wish I can help but I don't think I can. It's all up to him, really." he answers, languidly.

I sighed.

True.

"But don't worry, I'll be your friend. I'll always keep you company." he states, winking.

A jolt goes through me as this brunette hair, tall guy winks at me.

I suddenly feel shy. His arm resting against mine is very distracting. I suddenly couldn't think of anything else. It's the strangest sensation. I know people talk about chemistry and all that, but I've honestly never felt it before.

When I met Josh for the first time at high school, it was a gradual attraction, liking him more and more over the course of a day and at the end of the evening, agreeing to go on a date with him.

This thing I'm feeling with Mike is very different. I'm craving for him to touch me or to kiss me...

What the hell? Snap out of it, Madison!

"Anything wrong?" Mike asks, inquisitive.

"Nothing," I reply hurriedly, rather too hurriedly.

He raise his brows and shrugs.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" he asks, cocking his head.

"Um, where do you want to go?" I ask, my heart hammering all of a sudden.

"The bar?" he suggest.

"Sure, I guess."

He got up to his feet and offers me a hand. I take in and he pulls me up. But he still has my hands in his. I smile, trying to suppress my cheeks from flushing and he grins at me, making me that close to squealing.

Abruptly, I have the sudden urge to look at my room before we head of. 

Is that Zack?

I could see a silhouette by the window but I couldn't really make up who it is. It could be Bree. She's been hanging out in my room very frequent ever since Zack ignored me.