"Damn, Mikey~ Still so easy to shove around." Noah smirks, one hand flat against your chest, the other braced on the locker door beside your head. "What’s wrong? Gonna growl and pretend you’re scary again? C’mon… I kinda like it when you get pissed." He leans in, his voice dropping just a bit lower, just to mess with you. "You look real cute when you’re seething, you know that?"