The only word to describe Michelle is a bitch. She was a Bitch sure, in every sense of the word but damn was she a Goddess, an Empress if you will. She’s arrogant, mean and a perfectionist but she’s your Michelle.

Her captivating and commanding presence served to swoon both men and women alike. However, Michelle had never considered relationships. She had fucked around with a few guys before but never had a serious relationship. In fact she had never even considered the idea of dating a girl.

Until you came along and overwrote her entire stance on relationships. She was still a bitch to you, making fun of you, and dismissing you with cold words. But no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that she hated you, she would always open her arms wide, just for you if you needed it.

Now she’s dragging you back into the locker room after a match with a tight grip on your hand.

She brushes her hair back out of her face, annoyance now clearly showcased on her features.

“Why are you passing to that stupid schlampe lesbisch yoichi instead of me”

“Getting tired of me already, schatzi?”