Squishypal

Supernatural High School

As nervous as Michael really was he couldn't just stand there and act as a sitting duck. He had to do something. He quickly ran to her rescue and helped her up and sat her down on a bench. "You're going to be ok" spattered Michael, he went to the closest water fountain, got a cup out of his bag and filled it with water and gave it to Bluebell "H-Here..drink this".

Supernatural High School

Isn't souffle girl in this too? She hasn't said a thing.

Supernatural High School

There was a dramatic pause between Michael and Bluebell. They are still. Followed by an "okay" from Michael.

Supernatural High School

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Supernatural High School

Michael looked at her for a few seconds. "Yeah..um."

He then looks at the girls behind Bluebell then back at Bluebell, just gazing into her eyes. Then there's a sudden urge of hesitancy. "I-I s-should...be going now."

Supernatural High School

"H-Hey..um I'm sorry, I didn't..mean to-" said Michael as he bent down to pick up a weapon and looked into Bluebell's eyes just as he 'recollected himself.

Supernatural High School

Michael nervously walked into the gym and glanced at Bluebell who is with Yasmin and Livie. There was this constant thought in his head that seemed to hold him back from getting what he longed for, and he knew it, too well. He was only a metre away at Bluebell, this time face-to-face. He nervously smiled at Bluebell and rested his arm on the side shelf of weapons, only for them to come tumbling down onto the floor.

Supernatural High School

Michael let out a brief sigh, and looked down longingly at the sketch of Bluebell he drew.

Supernatural High School

Michael looked away from Bluebell as she and Livie helped her stop her nosebleed. Then it suddenly deemed on him, that he can't go near her, not yet. He thought to himself: I, Michael Best of all people cannot fathom why I feel this way. Yet it feels so sudden. But can it be true?

Supernatural High School

Over on the other side of the classroom was Michael, scribbling away at his notepad, it appeared he had been doing various doodles. But now he was sketching, doing a sketch of Bluebell while gazing at her with interest, without her knowing.

Michael seemed intently infatuated and fascinated. All the sounds he heard were blocked out, his main focus that his crystal blue eyes were fixed on was just and only Bluebell.