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Mikaela wasn’t the type to get jealous.
Well, that was what she thought.
She couldn’t help but carefully watch as a random girl brushed her hand on Miya’s arm—she even noticed that it lingered longer than it should’ve. Mikaela watched with full anticipation, swirling the cup in her hand slowly.
“Hey, you’re staring.” Chas deadpanned. The younger girl scoffed.
“Me? Staring at what?”
Sarah rolled her eyes, and Chas forced a contrived laugh. “Girl, you know well what you’re staring at.”
Sarah then nudged her and signalled towards the eldest of their little group, who was on the dance floor.. Surrounded by a bunch of boys and girls who’d purposefully graze her when given the chance—not that it meant anything to Mikaela, though.
Mikaela frowned and observed the girl’s movements mindfully while hoping her friends wouldn’t catch her lacking a second time.
Miya had her hands set on the aforementioned girl’s hip with full intention, and her eyes were lit like candles—dim but noticeable.
So noticeable it made Mikaela shift in her seat, and purse her lips in amusement.
She chuckled under her breath, then continued to stare.
“Holy cow, Sarah,” Chas exclaimed, narrowing her eyes. “I’m gonna throw up, bro, hold me..” She then lazily passed out on her friend’s shoulder, and Sarah groaned in response.
She propped the older girl up and stabilized her. “Okay,” She laughed as Chas mumbled absolute drunken nonsense. “I guess I have to take her home while I’m still sober.”
Sarah looked at Mikaela, and she looked back immediately, following up with a nod. “You gonna be okay by yourself?”
“Yeah, I got Miya.”
With that simple reply, Sarah gave Mikaela a knowing look with a smug grin.
She drags Chas and walks towards the exit, leaving the youngest to tend to herself and her thoughts.
So, then she thought. Long and hard.
She thought about how hot the air was, how nasty the cheap booze tasted, and thought especially hard about how much seeing Miya dancing with someone else affected her.
Because whenever the moment came to mind, it influenced her labored breathing, the way her heart pounded in her chest, and the way her thoughts flowed—it was intoxicating.
Mikaela sighed, only to look up in Miya’s direction just one more time.
Just to be met with those dark eyes that she’s been practically yearning for all night.
And just like that, her breath caught, and her usual relaxed demeanor faltered into something she couldn’t name.
Something close to vulnerability.
Miya bore a smile that barely reached her eyes, but was still full of care. Mikaela swore her heart performed hardcore somersaults. With slightly widened eyes, the younger girl returned a soft grin towards Miya.
It was a bit awkward, but Miya nodded in acknowledgement and then continued to revel in the bass-boosted music and rowdy crowd.
And Mikaela wondered how she’d be able to keep herself sane for the rest of the night.