michaelrobertchangjunior:
Mike tried his best to ignore Cassandra and for the most part, he was succeeding. He only looked at her if he really had to but the rest of the time, he tuned out to focus on his dancing. Whenever she spoke though, his body tensed up slightly. The memory of her rejection was very vivid. Whenever he thought about it, each word and gesture hit him like a dagger slicing through his chest. It didn’t seem to be a problem for her though, so he could just pretend that it never happened and move on. Maybe that was part of being an adult, who knows.
He certainly wasn’t surprised when she announced that she wasn’t pleased, on the other hand, class was dismissed early and that was surprising. Mike wasn’t going to complain. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to get out of here and quickly went to retrieve his bag. He’d get over it eventually, he just needed some time.
When he turned around, he almost bumped into and was slightly startled by her presence. What did she want? She was the last person he wanted to talk to and honestly, her smile didn’t exactly fill him with confidence. Without meaning to, he narrowed his eyes at her for a split second. “Hi…”
Her smile faltered. That was what she got for thinking exclusively with her vagina. While deep down she knew she had no right to be offended, the way he startled and his briefly narrowed eyes felt like a slap in the face compared to his rampant enthusiasm for her last time they’d been alone together. She hadn’t considered the possibility that he’d be anything but receptive to her the moment she showed interest again. Did that make her a narcissist or just an asshole? Both? She didn’t care at this point, she just wanted.
"You’re upset,” she said plainly, fishing for more than a tentative hi. Was he hurt that she hadn’t wanted his affection? Or was it because of how harshly she’d rejected him? Unsure of how to play this, she needed something concrete to go on before she tried to make amends.
