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Maila Kolbi Atlanta, Georgia September 12, 2024
"Okay, so Micah, which hairstyle should I do for the game? I'm thinking either a slick-back ponytail or some braids."
Micah barely glanced up from his sketchpad, his pencil moving in quick, effortless strokes. "Uhh, get those braids with the curls coming out. I think that'll fit your face."
I raised an eyebrow. "Boho knotless braids? Who taught you that?"
He smirked, finally looking at me. "My sisters change their hair more than I clean my room, so I've learned over the years."
I nodded, impressed, before turning back to my computer. The library was quiet except for the soft hum of the AC and the faint rustling of pages from the nearby bookshelves. Micah had his headphones in, lost in whatever he was drawing, while I attempted to focus on my math homework.
After a few minutes, I glanced up. "So, are you coming to the game tomorrow? It's a big rival game against South Ridge," I said, smiling.
Micah exhaled, stretching his arms before leaning back in his chair. "Ouu, that's a classic. But I'll see... I think my uncle wants me to work."
I frowned, disappointed.
He noticed, squinting at me. "If you want me to come see you cheer, that's all you had to say, pretty," he teased, still drawing.
I felt my face warm. "Yesss, I do," I admitted, chewing on my lip. "I haven't seen you at any of the games, and this is a home game too."
Micah grinned. "Cool. I'll see if I can find coverage for the shop or something."
"Yayyyy!" I clapped my hands together. "Now I really need to find a hairstyle because I can't look messy at a rival game. You never know who might pop up."
Micah smirked. "Yeah, you right. I definitely need to go before your boyfriend shows up. What's his name again? KD?" He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes just as he put on a deep, mocking voice. "Ohhh, baeeee," he dragged out, mimicking KD's voice dramatically.
"Micah!" I gasped, laughing as I shoved his shoulder.
He just shook his head, still laughing. "Nah, 'cause then bro had his hands all over you like you were really his girl," he muttered, rolling his eyes.
Something about the way he said it made me pause. I tilted my head, smirking. "Awww, Micah, were you jealous?"
His jaw tensed slightly before he turned his attention back to his sketchpad. "Man, shut up," he mumbled.
I grinned, tapping his knee. "Micahhh."
No response.
I poked his leg again, biting back a laugh. "Micah, are you ignoring me?"
