The Bad Boy Hates Me
"That's because you can't keep anything. Just take another car, Mikaela."
"Ugh! Just help me look for the keys," she groaned while looking for the keys on the chairs until she got to where I sat. This was the moment that she finally seemed to realize that there was someone else in the room besides her and Max. "Oh, who are you?"
I on the other hand, instead of answering like a normal human being could only gape at her wordlessly.
"Uh, hi. I'm Mikaela," she introduced herself, extending her hand to me for a handshake. I stared at her outstretched hand then at her again before shakily accepting her handshake and going on to stare at my hands afterwards like they were made of gold.
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