⋆ ˚ ｡▐ 𝚰𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏.
❝ I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BAMBI. I'M IN
DEEP FOR YOU. ❞ ━━━ KAEDE HAYASHI
𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐓𝚰.
Daughter of David and Boipelo Moetti. The media calls her the "Mantra Ray". She's used to being under fame'...
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ODETTE | MOETTI
EVER SINCE I'D basically said yes to Kaede's question on me rollerskating, I had been stressed.
It had only been a few days since, but that didn't stop my muscles loosing the ability to relax. It was like my body was preparing for the worst, for the moment my phone would light up with a message from my parents. The contents summoning me to another meeting. My frame was coiled, like I was already in trouble, awaiting my punishment.
It did not help my mental state.
Aerona had gone above and beyond this week for Noor and myself. Explaining which friend groups who prioritised old money and acted above others and who to stay away from. It was for out benefit, since she was new and I. . .basically knew nobody outside of swimming.
But I couldn't even be fully there in conversation, my mind a million miles away while my stomach rolled like it was the night I got my scar.
Whenever the conversation at the breakfast table got a bit far-fetched or gossip-heavy, Jae stepped in and reigned it back. She kept the topic on its original purpose; making sure we didn't befriend aristocratic elitists or other bigots.
One thing that was different between state schools and fee-paying schools, was the importance in the connections you made. Everyone at St Everfields was wealthy; their parents well-known for their job or the number of digits of their net worths listed in magazines.
It meant the two years spent at Sixth Form were crucial for the connections made than the grades we got at the end. It made manoeuvring the world as adults more easier, since with more links, the more reach you had. If not important for all that, then for the experience of networking to better us when we were older.
Still, throughout the breakfast chat we'd had every morning so far this week, I'd either felt like I'd said too much when I did speak or said too little. The only thing I was sure of, was that I came off as awkward. The type of awkward that cast a heavy silence in the lull of my response when I was struggling to find my words.
I really wanted to be friends with Aerona and I wished I could chat with the ease Lesedi had. I was alright with Noor, who was as quiet as I was, and didn't stumble over my words as much. Jae's reservation to speak until she was sure of what to say, normalised silence around her and I found solace in it. I couldn't work out what I was missing to be able to talk to the Welsh girl without overthinking everything.
My eyes trailed Lesedi as she joked alongside Aerona across the table. I noted their large smiles and slumped shoulders.
What was I missing?
The two of us had been two introverted peas in a pod a few years back. We hadn't gone to the same school then, leaving in near opposite parts of the country and attending our local St Everfields high school. However, her timid phase had ended when she'd left for France in year eleven for a six month, exchange-student programme.
