Will You Ever Be Mine

Chapter 1: First Encounter

Maya POV

Maya glared at the bouncer. She had no choice but to leave, though. She walked around the building towards the back. She had no idea what she was even doing.

She ended up in a small alleyway. There was an empty pizza box lying astray. She unfolded it and started towards the black door that stated 'Authorized Personal Only.'

In a loud voice, she announced "Pizza delivery!" She heard a soft chuckle emerge from behind. She whipped around. Sitting on the steps was a tall boy who looked about her age. He had neatly groomed hair and was sporting a collared shirt, probably designer, that looked as if it was just ironed.

"Nice try. But it's not gonna work," he said in a smooth, deep voice.

"Well, it might," she replied, her voice quivering, sounding unsure.

"No." He stated, clearly doubtful.

She glanced at him for a moment. Recognition crossed her face.

"Hey, didn't I see you at Degrassi this morning?"

"Yeah, I was enrolling for September," he told her. She then remembered that he was the one who'd seen her trip. "Oh," she laughed.

"Yeah. I remember you." He smiled crookedly at her.

"I'm working on not walking into things, I swear," she said, embarrassed.

"When you're not working on your pizza delivery cons?" he questioned her.

"My friends got in, but I didn't because the dumb bouncer thinks I'm underage," she explained, annoyed again.

"Well," he said. He walked down the stairs, stepping close to her. "I can get you inside," he replied, holding up a backstage pass.

"You're with the band?" she gushed.

"Sure," he answered. She noticed that there was a cigarette in his right hand. He took a long drag.

"Do you want a hit? You seem anxious," he asked her, a large cloud of smoke forming.

Maya's heart skipped a beat. "Well, that's very peer-pressurey of you," she managed.

The guy laughed. "I'm Miles Hollingsworth."

For some reason, Maya blushed.

"Matlin-Maya Matlin," she stammered.

Want to watch the concert backstage? Matlin-Maya Matlin?" Miles looked hopefully at Maya.

Maya started to blush again. She felt red patches blooming on her cheeks. She hoped that the darkness concealed them.

"Yes, sure, sure!" she exclaimed as she followed Miles to the stage.

"It's this way," he said to her, directing her to the left.

Miles looked at Maya for a moment longer than needed, soon a stare. He looked into her eyes and smirked a little. "Wow," he breathed.

"What?" Maya asked him.

"Nothing, they're just so blue." Miles scoffed. "I've never seen your eyes that close. It's like staring at crystals or something."

This made her smile, look down, and once again, blush. He seemed to succeed in making her.

She then looked up-and noticed Miles' eyes for the first time as well. They were mesmerizing. They looked a deep green to her, or maybe a dark shade of brown. Lovely, she thought.

"It's-it's like they're changing color," she remarked about his own eyes. She didn't want to look away.

"Really? Well, I could give you a better view." And with that, Miles a step closer, and another one, closing off the space between them by leaning in.

Sparks flew. Maya's heart fluttered into her throat. She felt a mix of emotions-happiness, pleasure and confusion all at once.

Before Maya could get in a word, Zoë and Tristan entered the stage, both clad in VIP passes hanging from lanyards around their necks.

Maya immediately broke away from Miles, not wanting them to see anything. Miles looked upset at first, but quickly reverted to his normal expression.

"We told the bouncer that we were with you, and he gave us backstage passes too!" Zoë exclaimed. Tristan was next to her, nodding enthusiastically, as if confirming the information. A big smile was plastered on his face, and his hands were making two thumbs-ups. Miles laughed silently at this, and Maya watched, amused.

"So, who's this?" Tristan asked, a little too interested.

"This is Miles Hollingsworth," said Maya, giving Tristan a dirty look.

"Well, who doesn't love somebody with class, right Maymat?" Tristan sang, oblivious to the look she gave him.

Maya glared at Tristan again. A confused Miles was looking strangely at Tristan. His head was tilted at an angle, as if he was trying to register something. Then, his eyes widened. He looked over at Maya with a knowing smile.

At first, Maya was very puzzled, but then she realized that he knew Tristan was gay.

Maya gave Miles an apologetic smile back. It seemed like Tristan was trying to hit on him.

Then, Maya turned, annoyed at Tristan for flirting with him. "Well, that's strange Tristan, considering you have none," she remarked while both Zoë and Miles laughed, Zoë with her high-pitched giggle and Miles with his low chuckle.

Tristan frowned. He picked at an invisible flaw on his blazer and examined his nails.

Zoë looked on, and gaped at Tristan, giving him a weird look. Miles grinned, but quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Maya sighed. She was used to Tristan's behavior.

"So, how do you know Miles?" Tristan asked, clearly wanting to know. Maya knew that subtle was not one of his strong points.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Zoë added. Thanks for helping, Maya thought. Instead, she said, "He's not my boyfriend. He's just some guy I met."

POV Change

"He's just some guy I met." The words echoed in Miles' head. He couldn't stop replaying them. His heart plummeted into his shoes.

But he put on a small smile and said "You flatter me," in a joking tone.

Maya looked back at him. She was smiling, but her eyebrows furrowed. Her eyes were crinkled. She looked worried. Here eyes searched his for signs of pain or sadness, like she was wondering if that was wrong to say.

Miles just smiled sheepishly back at her. It's fine, he wanted to tell her. She smiled a little bigger. He noticed her beautiful eyes were gleaming.

When she turned back around, Miles slumped, but ever-so-slightly. His mouth was turned downward, but at an unnoticeable angle. He looked down.

He knew that she was different. And he knew that if they were together, he would never get tired of her. He was actually pretty amazed at the way she made him feel.

He wouldn't give up on her. He would never stop trying until he had what he wanted since he had met her: her heart.