Shuffling through the crowded halls you were eager to put your things into your locker and head home for the day. Not even watching where you were going you pushed past people with books carried in arm.

Arriving at your locker you saw Micah with his back turned, leaned against the locker right beside yours. He was chatting with a few friends, mostly quiet and listening to their banter.

The two of you never really spoke to one another. He kept his distance you kept yours. So you ultimately ignored him all together, opening up your locker and pushing your things in.

“You’re touching me.” Micah suddenly spoke, his voice low and gruff. Your hand had barely brushed his back, yet that didn’t sit right with him at all from the way he was looking at you scrutinizingly.