So Close To Being In Love | Completed √

Chapter 25

Amelia's p.o.v;

A week later,

At the college,
Hannah said as I was making my way into the college to my class "Hey, your splint is off at last. How's your hand doing now?"

"I had it removed yesterday, sure it's fine. My hands are now healthy, but the doctor advised against lifting anything heavy, so I have to be cautious. Other than that, everything's fine."

"I'm glad to hear that your hand is recovering, though. Do you still remember the club we visited that day? Shall we go to the club to celebrate it?"

"I'm sorry. I can't do that. For a few days, the doctor instructed me to abstain from drinking."

"I'm not asking you to get wasted; just come hang out with me."

"After we went there, all you did was dance on the dance floor while I was left on my own like a lost puppy,"

"Then, I won't leave this puppy alone, promise," she chuckled.

"When we arrive, let's check."

"Does that imply you'll accompany me?"

"I'm going to deny it if you question me again,"

"Okay, good. Let's head to the classroom then."

After tiring lecture classes, In the cafeteria,

"Why are you doing that? Trying to take the spoon out of my right hand," Hannan asked.

"I tried using my right hand to eat, but I was unsuccessful. It's not listening to me because I haven't used it in a long time. I gave up the idea of using my right hand to eat and switched to using my left hand instead."

"You appear to have adjusted to it."

"To my surprise, I can actually write with my left hand too. Who knows, maybe I was ambidextrous."

We talked gibberish to one another while eating.

At the music club,

"What did you bring me here? I'm not a part of the music club anymore." I said to Hannah who pulled me to the music club.

"Senior Jacob requested me to bring you here."

"Why?"

"Ask him by yourself," she said.

Jacob, a senior, could be seen coming my way.

"Now that you're not wearing a splint, how is your hand," he enquired?

"Things are improving. Hannah said that You wanted to see me. '' What is it, Senior?"

"Yes. I need your assistance."

"What's that?"

"For a forthcoming function, I need you to sing a song at an event."

"Me? Why are you asking me to do this? There's so many here to pick out. You're free to choose a member of our club, right?"

"Do you recall the competition when you came in second?"

"Yeah."

"Was one for the judges to choose you as the winner, Ms. Harris. She got in touch with me and requested a performance from you."

I concurred.

"How come you did that? Before consenting to something like that, you ought to have asked my permission, right? Even though you're my senior, you have to ask me beforehand."

"Why do you complain? Don't you enjoy singing for us?"

"Actually, she's writing a song on her own," Hannah interjected.