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"Ahh!! Let me go, Rob!" She yelled as he pulled her off the seat by her arm.
"Give me back my pencil!"
"It isn't even yours, just let me make the cuts first!"
He grabbed her left wrist, the hand that was holding the pencil, and turned her around, one arm, around her waist, the other still holding her wrist. With her free hand, she tried to take his arm off her.
"Rob!"
"Give me back the pencil!"
"I will, just let me make the cuts, OK?"
"No, not OK, give me the pencil!"
She dropped the pencil on the floor. "Happy now?"
He immediately let her go and went to pick it up. "Geez," she muttered irritably, "it's just a pencil!"

When she said swimming was the only sport she was good at, Emma made a really good comeback: "That is, unless you count flirting as a sport!"
Michelle took that comment as a compliment, however rude it may have sounded. During production rehearsals Rob may be 'all over her', but if he passed her in the schoolyard, he would act as if she either didn't exist, or she did, and he didn't know her.
It was a horrible feeling to go through, but after finding out from a very reliable source that Rob actually liked another year 10, Michelle realised that perhaps he might not like her, and therefore might not ask her out.