"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control-control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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I invited Summer over since Michelle is working late at the studio tonight. For some reason, she offered to. I was reluctant at first, but then I thought about how it would open up the opportunity to spend some time with Summer, so I agreed to it.
Truthfully, I don't actually care that she's working late. I know that I should be worried about her, but I can't find a small piece of me that is. Sometimes I think that it would be better if she just disappeared...
I know that it's a cruel thought, but she's the only thing that's holding me back from what I truly want.
"Come on, there's no way you actually like pineapple on pizza!" Summer shakes her head.
"No, I like it," I tell her. "My mom used to make it homemade as a kid, and it was literally the only thing me and my brother would eat. She would make spaghetti; we wouldn't have it. She would make pasta; we wouldn't have it. But when she brought out that pineapple pizza, you bet we left nothing on our plates."
"You had a very weird childhood," She giggles.
She says "In my house, whatever my mom makes, you gotta eat. You even look at the food funny; she throws it right in the garbage and smacks your head against the wall."
"And I'm the one that had a weird childhood?!" I can't help but laugh.
"At least my mom didn't make homemade pizza and threw a bunch of fruit on top of it! I'd rather take a knock to the head than eat that shit!" She jokes.
"My mom was a good cook, okay?" I smile as I take the last bite of the pizza that we're sharing.
"I don't think she was," She shakes her head.
As soon as we're finished eating, she grabs the leftovers, taking them out of the room.
"I'll go and throw these in the trash," She announces while getting up off of the bed.
I waste no time in looking over every inch of her body as she turns her back to me. I love the way she dresses; it's so unique. She doesn't feel like she has to fit in with all the other girls on the team, and I find it really attractive.
She told me she plays basketball at school. As soon as I heard that, it stuck to my mind all night and I couldn't stop picturing her playing. Truthfully, I've always been attracted to girls who play a sport. I used to glance over at them on my breaks at school, and I craved their attention.
"Couldn't find your garbage can, so I put it in the neighbours instead." She admits, causally.
