Since Gabby had her back against the wall in Michael's room, she couldn't step back further. When Michael was right in front of her, she pushed Michael's chest. But the boy did not stop and kept stepping closer.
"Hey, Michael!" Gabby exclaimed.
"Don't break up with me!" Michael exclaimed while grabbing Gabby's wrist. His tight grip made the blue and purple veins in his hands more visible.
"Oh," Gabby looked at Michael's dark eyes, "I-if you don't want to break up, then we don't have to discuss it anymore,"
Hearing that made Michael grip Gabby's wrist even tighter. Feeling as if her hand was about to break, Gabby screamed in pain. She moved her hand, trying to release Michael's grip.
"Ouch, it hurts!" Gabby whimpered, "What will happen if my hand comes off?!"
"That's not the answer I want to hear," Michael lowered his head and lifted Gabby's face with his left hand. "Do you want to break up with me?"
"No, no!" Gabby shook her head.
