~Valeria~
I was having the kind of day where everything felt like it was going wrong, and then Michael appeared out of nowhere like he had some sort of sixth sense for my misery.
Not that I was complaining. Much.
"Vanilla." His voice came from right behind me as I was trying to wrestle my locker open. The stupid thing had been sticking for weeks, and today it seemed determined to make my life even more difficult than it already was.
I turned around, and there he was with that damn smirk that had a way of washing off my anger.
"Michael." I gave my locker one last aggressive yank and it finally opened, nearly taking my arm off in the process. "What's up?" I added, breathing heavily.
He leaned against the locker next to mine.
"I should be asking you. Your eye bags haven’t reduced an
