*Zariah*
Micah glares at me from across his desk. “I saw you, you know?" he says, his eyes narrow. “I saw you out there with your… friend."
“Greg?" I ask him. “So what? You're right. He is my friend. What, I'm not allowed to have friends now?" I fold my arm under my chest and notice when his eyes peer down at my breasts which are popping out of the top of my sports bra. I should move my arms away and stop taunting him, but I don't. Instead, I push my boobs up higher.
He doesn't respond for a second, his mouth hanging open, but then he remembers himself and runs a hand through his hair, ripping his eyes off my bulging melons like he's just realized he's gawking at a car wreck and doesn't want to accidentally see a dead body.
I almost laugh, but then I remember that I'm mad at him, so I
