I sighed and nodded, looking away from those stupidly blue eyes as I lifted the bar off its rests. I lowered it and pushed up as Mitch counted.
"One. You don't like me. How come? Everybody likes me. Two."
I spoke through my effort. "I don't know you enough to like you or not."
Mitch laughed. "Bullshit. Three. Is it 'cause I'm taller than you? Four."
I scowled at her. "No."
Her little smirk made me hate myself, and I felt that I'd given something away. "Five. Okay. Oh, I know, it's 'cause I've got better hair. Six."
"You do not! You don't have any... ungh... hair to speak of anyway."
"Seven, Ah, now we have it. You don't like girls with short hair. Eight, come on, two more. Don't girls wear their hair short where you come from? Nine. Last one, come on."
My arms were screaming, so I
