The day continued as normal after lunch. That is until Rehearsal starts. I was a minute late, because the teacher had to talk to me, at least he notices I'm here. While walking I see Jeremy.

"Hey Jeremy." I say. He doesn't even acknowledge my presence. "Fine!" I huff and run into the rehearsal room, the once place where I have to be noticed.

"(Y/N)! You're here!" Christine says smiling.

"Yup." I say slightly grumpy.

"What's wrong?" Christine asks genuinely concerned.

"I tried to say hi to that kid, Jeremy, but not even he noticed me." I confess. "Am I literally invisible to almost everyone?"

"(Y/N)! Of course your not! I'm serious, people don't understand how amazing you are yet." Christine encourages me. "Also... how's Tara?" Christine says with a lovesick grin.

"She's still straight. Right now she's living with our mother, and is dating the quarterback at her school. I think his name is Kurt... or was it Alex... I can't remember." I say.

"Oh..." Christine says sadly, I see a few tears trickle down her face.

"So you know how Jeremy likes you." I start changing the topic. She nods, "What if I get some more information on him. Maybe you could use him to get Tara's attention." I suggest.

"(Y/N)! You are a genius!" Christine gasps. Jeremy then walks in and sits right in between me and Christine.

"Excuse me? You're in my way." I say tapping him. I get frustrated and walk out, only to bump into Michael.

"Hello Michael!" I say hopefully.

"Hi?" He says confused. My face lights up.

"You actually noticed me?" I say shocked.

"Yeah? You are a human." He says awkwardly. I take out my binder and write stuff down.

"What are you doing right now?" I ask.

"I'm going home..?"

"To do what? Oh! Sorry to press! I like to know about people." I say shyly.

"No it's fine. Can I look at what you got on me?" He asks. I show him.

Name: Michael Mell
Year: Junior
Looks: short •chubby •darker then average •Cute glasses •red jacket
Personality: Supportive •Confident •kinda awkward
Likes: Sushi- Maki Maki •Slushees from 7/11 •Smoking Weed
Crush: Jeremy Heere
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"What!?!  I don't have a crush!" Michael says defensively.

"It's very obvious.  Hey.  I gotta few minutes, wanna grab a slush?" I ask.

"Sure." He says, not knowing what to say otherwise.  I grab his wrist and pull him to 7/11. Which is about a two minute walk to. 

We get there and order our slushees, we couldn't self serve because many kids were filling it then drinking it then filling it again.  Michael got a raspberry and I got a (fav slushee flavor).

"Thanks..." Michael starts, he realizes he doesn't know my name.

"(Y/N).  (Y/N) (L/N)." I say smiling.  I've never introduced myself before.

"Thanks (Y/N)!  Your actually pretty chill. By chill I mean cool." He explains himself.

"I knew what you meant." I laugh.  "You're really chill too."  I stand up and brush my outfit off.  I start walking away.

"Bye!" Michael calls.  I return the farewell.

"(Y/N)! Your back!" Christine says attack hugging me.  "Where did you go missy!"

"Sorry!  I went to get a Slushee with a new friend." I say smiling.

"You could have done that later!  Rehearsal started five minutes ago." Christine says aggressively.

"Yeah yeah.  I know."