My best friend's crush

Chapter 7

Mia

I fluttered my lashes and then threw my gaze at him. His eyes were peering into mine as my panic was replaced by loathe for him.

He wrote that! Why? He just made me go around the school like a mad wolf.

"How dare you!" I yelled now gaining the strength to talk back. He infuriates me the more.

How did he get to place that in my locker? That's trespassing.

He raised a brow at me and then grimanced.

"Who do you think you are to raise your voice at me? Do you know who I am?"

"A student just like me!" I brawl folding my fists and desiring to punch that face of his.

He scoffed unbelievably at me, raising a hand as though to hit me but I stuttered backward and he dropped his hand.

We were glaring at each other with that hate in us. He didn't even explain himself, like I expected.

And we were just quiet, like the words were gone and only our eyes expressed our contempt.

It's still a relief, it wasn't the person I expected that dropped that note.

"You little brat, I have an errand for you" he snapped in a low tone now, switching the topic.

"I'm not some errand girl" I spat, turned to my heel to leave but he grabbed my elbow and spun me around sharply to face him.

"Everything I need to know about Cole, a) he is..."

I covered his mouth quickly, widening my eyes at him and pleading he shouldn't speak because he was yelling.

Our eyes searches each other as I was standing on my toes to reach his height but his hands hauled me away from him while he wipe his lips.

Disgusting.

"If you wanted a kiss, you should have been direct" he cussed and I rubbed my palm on shirt with a frown.

"Don't make a fool of yourself, you're not even my type!"

"What? You should be honored you're the only girl who stands a chance of being this close"

He bragged measuring the distance between us. That's true, to get to Miles is like fixing an appointment with the supreme alpha.

It's strangely weird for me too.

"Peasant" he called again as he read my instinct.

"Petty serf!" I counter and his forehead shrinks in surprise. His eyes must be calculating a lot but then, he looked calmer now.

"You have 30 minutes to get me this list..." He paused taking out a note from his pant pocket and throwing it to my face.

"What? Are we in the 1900s?" I asked not picking up the paper as it was blown aside by the mild breeze that blew pass us.

He lean his face forward, his cold glare rippled my skin that I was glued to that spot.

"You had better pick that up, don't let me raise hell, donova" he whispers and for a moment time stopped.

He knows my real name...how? Who are you miles? That name sent a wave of memories crowding my head and all I can see now is a man covered in blood and I was staring emotionless at the corpse.

"It's not your fault donova...it just happens"

I closed my eyes and shook my head to snap back to reality while returning a glare at miles.

"H-how..."

"30 minutes misty, keep to time, meet me at the boys lounge"

What? That's like walking through hell to get to him, I barely escaped the natatorium, now, it's the boys lounge.

I picked the note in annoyance and skipped through it.

These are contrabands, how does he expect me to get them? At this point, I want miles dead.

"You don't expect me to come up with these things"

"5 minutes gone, you're left with 25 minutes" he read with a fierce look at me while crossing his arms on the chest.

The way he stared like a god and I looked like a tiny creature who is left with no choice than to serve him.

I swallowed not wasting time but marched outside the college while cussing him.

***

The time kept singing in my head as I tried my best to get the items mentioned on the list.

I still had my dobok on, suffocating and wretched in pain from my burning legs. I managed to get them in 10 minutes and sneaked back inside the college.

I must say, determination was the key or my anxiety to learn more about miles and everything he knows about me.

My head imagined a lot of ways to get him speak. I couldn't make it to the boys lounge immediately because I have an important class I have to attend for 5 minutes.

I hide the contrabands in my school bag, hoping to make it in time before the time elapses.

It's such a long day in college that I want it to end.

I was covered in sweat, striding towards my class with a heavy heart. The way I walked was like a criminal because I was scared of having eyes on me.

It's the usual gestures and expression of students especially walking in with a dabok as I had no time to change.

The AC, that's the first place I venture for to be wrapped in it's sweet cold. Luckily, no one was sitting around there.

I sat quietly heaving a sigh and trying to feel the cool AC bathing my skin. Nothing of what the tutor would say that will register in my head.

I'm only here for the attendance.

But things turns awry when the tutor suddenly request a search in everyone's bag.

According to him, students carries contrabands lately to classes and a report has reached him that someone in our class is holding one.

Miles!

Most of us exchanged glances at each other as the search began. There were students who certainly brings contrabands and as the good girl of the class, I was barely check.

However, this time, things might be different. I felt I was going into a cardiac arrest because no one would believe what's hidden in my bag.

Those who were caught with contrabands were asked to walk to the front of the class, holding the contrabands as a sign of their crimes.

With the digital system at peak, our face will definitely be posted in the school platforms.

I mean not my face right?

He got to my desk and I was squirming inside while faking a smile.

"Your turn, miss Mia" he said politely and my smile faded away.

He has never searched me, and if he is doing so, miles must have pointed out it's me.

Is this his way of punishing me?

I clenched my bag to my chest with tears in my eyes while struggling with the tutor who tried to take my bag.

Accidentally, the zip of my bag ripped open and a libido fell off.

Fuck!