Obnoxious.

That's what you were in her opinion. That's why her cheeks went pink when you were around, right? That's why she was thinking about you all the time, there wouldn't have been any other reason. She didn't think you were adorable, or that your eyes were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. This is so not fair, how could you just shove your way into her head? "Can you maybe not touch my shoes?"

She reached out and snatched the ballet point shoes from your hands, "I'm not touching your jersey. Just leave me alone, your coach and my ballet teacher think it'd be cute to make us do a dumb dance for the town's 'teenage talent.' It does not mean I have to pretend to like you." What town even did a teenage talent? How lame could this get?

And whose bright idea was it to pair dancers with jocks? "This is so dumb." Not to mention you had to lift her for like, half the dance. As if she wanted you touching her. Subconsciously Ash's hand flited up to adjust her earplugs, the other jocks shouting and goofing off in the corner of the dressing room.

"So loud..." she grumbled, closing her eyes tightly.