michelle didn't like feelings. she thought they were stupid, and she didn't have time for them. she was always busy with her classes...academic decathlon...other things she couldn't think of.

she rolled her eyes at herself, hating herself for having cheap excuses. she glanced over at you, watching you as mr. harrington directed the decathlon team.

you glanced back at her, smiling brightly at her. she suppressed a smile, fidgeting with her fingers.