Chapter 11: Chapter Ten!

Adelynn’s POV

My cheek was sore and bruised, and no doubt, my nose was red. It would turn red whenever I started to cry.

“You sure you’re okay? Because I have absolutely no problem with going back there and beating that piece of shit up.” Mike’s voice had an angry tone to it and his eyes were radiating anger.

“Mike, calm down. I’m fine. Just a little scared that’s all.”

“I don’t know what he was thinking, laying his hands on you.” He was staring into space and on the side of him was his hands clenched into fists. I guess he was mad and was thinking of ways to beat Alex up since he pressed the frozen bag of corn hard against my knuckles. By the way, we didn’t have a frozen bag of peas so we used corn.

Don’t judge us and say normal people use ice or a bag of frozen peas. We totally aren’t weird. Even though there was ice in the freezer and we didn’t want to use that. I thought that the bag of corn would be cooler.

I flinched since it hurt. He was applying too much pressure on my sore knuckles. When Mike noticed that I flinched away, he turned his gaze to me then to my left hand which was covering my knuckles on my right hand. He widened his eyes a little.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you Adds.” He looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to forgive them. Aww, he so looked adorable, I wanted to kiss him.

I slapped myself. Stop it. Bad Adelynn. Bad Adelynn. I scolded myself. No more thinking about Mike that way. It’s never going to happen and you’re getting your hopes up.

I heard a chuckle erupt from Mike and I turned my head up, looking at him instead of the floor. I begged that my face wouldn’t show the pink in it even though I felt that my face was red.

Wow, I don’t know if it worked but Mike didn’t mention anything about me blushing. Maybe I’m a secret witch or a person with powers or something. It’s a miracle. He didn’t take up the chance to embarrass me. Instead, Mike stared intently at me.

Mike crossed the kitchen in three long strides since he was a fricken giant. He took the frozen bag of corn from my hand and held it on my cheek where crazy Alex had slapped me. I pulled back a little since it was cold. When I came home, the handprint started to fade and you could already see my face turn a little blue and purple.

Mike spoke all while looking at me like he could see through my soul. “You’re not okay. I can see it in your eyes.”

I tried to avoid his gaze, looking anywhere but at Mike. “Look at me.”

Eventually, I turned my eyes back to him. I stopped trying to block out the sadness and the terrified part of me.

“I’m not okay.” I stated with tears brimming my eyes. “I was so scared that no one would come and help me. I thought that I was all alone and left to be dead. I’m sorry Mike. I’m sorry for leaving you in class.”

“No Adds, you have no reason to be sorry. I should be saying sorry. If I didn’t talk to Daniel, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all.”

“No Mike. It was me that wanted to give you guys some time to talk because I felt like you’re always hanging out with me that you don’t have time for your friends.”

“Adds, I choose to hang out with you. You’re my best friend.” He told me sincerely. There was something else in his eyes but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I saw pure honestly though.

“Okay.” I adverted my eyes away from him since Mike’s intent gaze was making me feel uncomfortable. He put his finger on my chin so that he could look into my eyes again. I got lost into his sapphire, midnight blue eyes.

“If Alex bothers you again, you tell me right away. Promise?”

I nodded. “I promise.” We made our pinky promise which we both knew was never to be broken. We then hugged each other.

“Mike?”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, his chin on top of my head.

“Will you get in trouble? Like get suspended for punching Alex?”

He shrugged. “I don’t really care.” I gasped at this and pulled away from our embrace.

“Mike! What if the college people see that? Won’t it be bad for your record?”

“No, I mean yes but it doesn’t matter. I don’t give teachers trouble in class and my grades are much better than Alex so if he tells, the principle have more of a reason to believe me since I don’t cause trouble. Alex can be a nuisance in class. He’s not going to tell anyone though since it would make himself look bad. But even if he does, I won’t complain about it because I would do anything to protect you.”

A smile blossomed on my face. “Thanks Mike. I was so worried that you would get in trouble so hopefully, you’re right about Alex not telling anyone. I’m glad you would do anything to protect me, but you got to admit. That was awfully cheesy.”

He playfully pushed me to the side. “Shut up.” Once again, a little tinge of pink was evident on his face. He was turning into me. I think he blushed more than me now. Well actually no. I blush a lot. I decided to tease him though.

“You blush awfully a lot now Mike.” His eyes widened not expecting me to say that.

“Let’s bake something. We missed the last two weeks of baking.” He turned around quickly, his back facing me but no doubt with a blush on his face once again.

“Your changing topic skills suck but I’ll give you a break now. Doesn’t mean I won’t tease you later. What are we making?”

“Snickerdoodles!” Mike exclaimed. When we baked those a few months ago, Snickerdoodles became his favorite cookie.

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, let’s get to it.”

One hour later, Mike and I threw away the batch of cookies that we made. It was disgusting. We were usually really good at making desserts and stuff. Let me go back and tell you how exactly we made this disgusting batch of snickerdoodles.

-One hour before-

“Hey baby, hey Mike.” My mom greeted Mike and I as she walked into the kitchen. She kissed both of our foreheads, well my forehead and Mike’s cheek since she couldn’t reach Mike’s forehead. My mom was a little shorter than me, about two inches shorter. I got my height from my dad.

“What happened to your face?” She asked me with worry.

I shot Mike a look of panic and he took over which I was grateful of. I didn’t want my mom to know some guy I dated slapped me.

“Oh, I accidently tripped her since I was laying on the floor and then Adds face landed on my knee so now she had a bruise.” Mike put a sheepish look on his face while rubbing the back of his neck. Hmm, he could’ve got me fooled if I didn’t know him that much. Mike can have a future career in acting if he didn’t want to be a biology teacher.

It was a ridiculous excuse but my mom trusted Mike so she believed him. “Oh,” She responded with a sympathetic look. “Do you need ice?” She asked me. I shook my head to say no.

“I iced it already. It’s going to bruise so when it’s purple tomorrow, don’t freak out.”

“Okay, I promise that I won’t yell.” Mom looked around the kitchen and noticed that we had out baking materials out. “So, you guys are baking?”

We nodded to confirm her thoughts.

“Okay kids, just hurry up because I’m going to buy some groceries so I can make dinner. We have a special guest tonight so don’t make a mess in the kitchen.” She warned us.

Did she say special guest? “Who’s coming? Do we know the person?” Mike beat me to the question.

My mom just gave us a smile and said, “It’s a surprise.” before she left to go to the market.

“Okay, so we have like an hour? That’s plenty of time to make stuff so let me get the recipe and we’ll start.”

“You don’t need the recipe, I have it memorized.” Mike spoke proudly.

I gave him a weird look. “You memorized the recipe? You like it that much?”

“Yup. It’s an easy recipe so I’m not that weird.” He gave me a beaming smile and started to take out all the ingredients.

“Okay, we need to mix one and a half cups of sugar, two sticks of softened butter and two eggs in one bowl. Mix that with the electric mixer.” Mike ordered.

Five minutes later, I measured all the ingredients and place them in a bowl. Mike took out the electric mixer and mixed it until it was well blended.

“Now, put in two and three-fourths cup of flour, don’t use that nasty whole wheat flour Adds.” Mike warned me while giving me a look. I gave him a chuckle. Last time we made these cupcakes and I bought the whole wheat flour since I figured that it was healthier. When we made the cupcakes, it was a weird color and tasted dry and funny. Oopsies.

“It was a mistake!” I defended myself. He rolled his eyes at me.

“Anyway, moving on. We need the two and three-fourths of all-purpose flour, non-wheat,” He said straining the ‘all purpose flour, non wheat’ part.

“After that, mix in two teaspoons of cream of tartar, one teaspoon of baking soda and one fourths teaspoon of salt.”

“Wait, how much baking soda? I got lost after.” Mike was spitting instructions and measurements at me that I got lost.

“You’re so slow Adds. Move over and let me do it.”

“Fine.” I crossed my arms and moves grudgingly over to the side.

Mike measured the rest of the ingredients and mixed them all together. “Now, we need to refrigerate the dough.” He told me.

“Uhh, my mom’s going to come home in like thirty minutes. We don’t have time to refrigerate them.”

“But it’s going to come out weird since it’s not hard enough and we need to roll the dough in cinnamon and sugar. How are we supposed to do that if the dough looks all floppy?”

I waved my hand dismissively at him. “I know what I’m doing.”

I took my hand and dug it in the dough. I made a face since it was much more softer than I assumed that it was. I thought back and figured that putting it in the fridge was a better idea but my pride wouldn’t let me so I continued. Instead of rolling pieces of dough into a ball shape, I just kind of let the dough slide off my fingers and drop onto the pan with a thud.

Mike grabbed my arm. “Uhh, Adds, what the hell? You’re going to ruin my beautiful delicious cookies. They’re not even in circle shapes.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll even out in the oven.” I continued doing this until I filled up the cookie sheet. I mixed the sugar and cinnamon together and sprinkled it on top of the weirdly formed dough.

“Ohh, preheat the oven. I forgot to tell you.”

Mike eyed the pan, a weird look forming on his face. “Okay.” Doubt was leaking in his voice. He walked to the oven and clicked the numbers, setting it to 400 degrees Fahrenheit.

I sat on the counter for a few minutes. When the oven beeped, I turned to pick up the pan but was looking at a cookie sheet with dough spread throughout the whole pan. It looked like the cookies merged, more like melted together.

“Uhh Mike, I think we’ll be eating snickerdoodle brownie shaped cookies.” I told him.

He ran into the kitchen from the living room, “What do you mean?”

“Uhh, look.”

He looked down at the cookies and grimaced. “Uhh, okay…” He trailed off not knowing what to say. I placed the cookies in the oven. We went to the living room to watch whatever was on the cable. “I am Number Four” was on and I was so interested that I lost track of time until I smelt burning.

I shot up from my seat and ran to the oven. Putting on the oven mitts, I opened the oven and took out the cookies.

When I looked at them, the first thought was ‘oh shit.’ The middle looked like it was bubbled up when the sides were all burned. The middle wasn’t even fully baked yet and well, simply said, the cookies looked disgusting. Who was going to eat something like this? I should’ve just listened to Mike and refrigerated the dough.

“Mikeee!” I called.

He walked into the kitchen but was texting someone so he didn’t look up yet. When he was done, he looked at the disgusting deformed weird looking cookies in front of him.

He made a face which I laughed at.

He pointed to the cookie pan. “What the hell is that?”

“Uhh, snickerdoodles?” I offered him a nervous smile. Please don’t yell at me.

“Why does it look like that?” He questioned.

“We can make another batch? My mom’s still not home.” I offered.

“I would yell at you for ruining my favorite cookies but your mom’s still not home yet so chop chop, let’s make another batch.”

So here we are now, we threw away the weird cookies and started to measure all the ingredients again.

“Wait, how much flour and cream of tartar do you need?”

Mike looked at me. “I read the recipe two times, you should remember it by now. Just go watch the movie and let me do this. You’re pathetic.” He was joking around so I didn’t take it to heart.

“Your pathetic.” I mocked him. “You meanie.”

“What are you five? Calling people names. Whadda loser you baby.” He was kidding so a smile tugged on the corners of my mouth.

“Stupid nerd.” I smirked, knowing that I would hit a nerve.

His head snapped to me and he narrowed his eyes. He finished pouring the flour in the bowl and looked at me.

“What?”

“Stupid nerd.” I said again. Mike didn’t like to be called a nerd. When I was in his house one time, I found a picture of him when he was in 5th grade with big nerd glasses and braces. He had on a white dress shirt with suspenders and black slacks. All in one, he looked like a nerd and nothing like how he looked like today. He was still as cute as ever but Mike seemed to dislike how he looked back then. He claims that it was his grandma that dressed him up like that.

He lived with his grandparents before he moved here in Prescento. He lived in New York City so I had no idea why he would move here to a small town that was kind of unknown. There wasn’t much here in Prescento. Only a festival or feast in the summer with concession stands and rides. Other than that, there were no more festivals or fun stuff like that. We only had two beaches here and nothing else. His parents moved here for business purposes but they’re out of town more than half the time so it didn’t really make sense. What I heard was that the reason why his parents moved here was because Mike’s mom, Mrs. Jones grew up here.

“I’m not a nerd.” Mike’s voice sounded dangerously close and when I snapped out of my trance, I realized that Mike was a few inches away from me. I looked up at him to meet his eyes. His breath was fanning the top of my head. I felt warm and fuzzy by how close the distance was between us. We could kiss.

All of a sudden, totally not expecting this, totally off guard, Mike spilled the bowl of flour on my head.

I screamed out of surprise. I wiped my eyes and mouth to get the flour out of those areas.

“Mikee!” I chased after him as he ran around the kitchen island. We ran around the island for a couple of rounds, laughing like maniacs. When Mike stopped running, so did I. We were on opposite sides of the island. I smirked as I was on the side where the bag of flour was placed. I took it and set my plan in motion. I ran after Mike and he also ran. I dropped to the floor making a fake cry of hurt. I put the bag of flour behind me, concealing it from Mike’s vision.

As I predicted, Mike appeared by my side. He squatted down next to me since I was sitting on the floor, his eyes filling with concern. “Are you okay? Did you slip? Are you hurt?”

I felt bad for making him worry but my plan was already in motion and Mike was right where I wanted him to be. I might as well carry on and finish what I started.

“I’m fine Mike, in fact, here’s a little present.” I gave him an evil smile and horror filled his face when he predicted what I was about to do.

I grabbed the flour bag behind me and emptied its contents on Mike’s head. I started laughing like a crazy, mad woman but what I didn’t expect was Mike grabbing the baking soda box from the island. He shook it vigorously so the baking soda would come out of the little hole on the side and on me.

I started to wrestle the box out of his hand, both of us laughing and enjoying this. I grabbed the box and he was pulling his hand back. When the box was empty, both of our faces were probably all white with flour and baking soda. It was then when I noticed that Mike was lying down on the floor with me on top of him. I was sitting on his stomach and my face burned. Hopefully, the flour on my face covered my burning cheeks.

Mike sat up, causing me to slide down from his stomach and onto his lap. He had both his arms behind him on the floor, supporting his weight. Despite that he was covered in flour from head to toe, Mike still looked hot. Mike took his hand and wiped the flour off of my cheeks. The atmosphere changed from carefree and fun to intense and serious.

I stared into his eyes as he stared into mine. His eyes were just so mesmerizing. It was so blue that it felt like I was looking at the ocean water at night. His eyes were just beautiful.

I took a sharp intake of breath when I saw Mike starting to lean in and closed his eyes. My heart was hammering in my chest and I felt millions of butterflies fly around my stomach, crashing onto my stomach walls like locusts crashing onto windows and houses. This was it. We were going to kiss. Hopefully, this isn’t a daydream like last time at the park.

I shut my eye close and leaned in too. Our lips brushed and I felt a wonderful sensation. A jolt of electricity ran through me and I wanted more. We were about to really kiss when a loud booming voice interrupted us, causing Mike and I jump apart.

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Hehe, is it mean for me to always interrupt them when they're about to kiss. First was when Adelynn imagined it and now, someone interrupted them. Sorry but it has to happen. They can't kiss just yet. I liked this chapter. :D

Omg, I finished reading this book called "Silence" which is the third book to the "Hush Hush" series. It's really good so if you like sci-fi, romance books, you should find the book and start reading! The disgusting batch of snickerdoodles was actually based on real experience. That actually happened and I did get distracted by watching "I am Number Four." I was at my cousin's house and well, the batch of cookies were really disgusting. The middle just kinda bubbled up and wasn't fully cooked so it was like bubbled dough. If that makes any sense. :/ I'm not usually a bad baker person though, it was just that day. If you put my cousin and I in a kitchen, it will be a disaster. We're better off cooking alone. That sounds kind of lonely though. D:

Oh yeah, so the external link is the recipe for snickerdoodles, delicious cookies by the way. I also have a picture of Adam Gregory who plays Mike on the side. He is like asdfghjkl;. Haha, there's also a video of Alex Pettyfer on Ellen on the side. It's really funny how Ellen tries to trick him into taking off his shirt. I'm not going to force you to watch it but you should because it's funny. Well I think it's funny. This chapter is dedicated the people who commented on my story. I really appreciate it(: I would like to say thank you to is, Vedika_girl_14, VenezuelaLuvKj and Errika94. Thanks for commenting :D Alright, I talk an awful lot so I'll stop right now. Comment or vote if you want to. I'll be really happy if you do. :D Thankk youu!