This girl is a club member? I never thought someone would actually join this crappy club. And this someone is a girl for that matter. Is it just me and her? Together? Alone? This is starting to go down the classical romance movies or animes or something. A guy and girl are alone together and bond and later go out and date and stuff. I'm starting to feel really hot.
"You're really red. I think you should sit down for a bit," she said.
"What? Oh uh.. Ok, thanks," I stammered.
I sat down on the chair she offered me. There was a table in the middle of the room. A smaller desk was placed at towards the side of the room, near the window. There were plastic cups and a microwave. There was also an electric kettle. On the floor, next to the desk were grocery bags.
"Would you like some tea and cookies?" she offered.
"Uh, sure. Thank you again," I replied.
She served the tea in a plastic cup and placed several cookies onto a plastic plate. She placed it on the table, next to me. She went to sit at the other end of the table. I bit into one cookie. Chocolate chip cookies, oh boy. I love this. I took a sip of my tea when she asked a question about the club.
"So... What do we do in this club, exactly?" she asked.
"Well, uh.. We.. I haven't really thought of it yet.." I said stupidly.
She just looked at me and smiled.
"I guess we both will have to come up with it then," she said so willingly.
She is not a human. She is a goddess.
"Please marry me," I accidentally said.
"Um, no thank you," she immediately responded.
5 minutes of being with her and already rejected. I am such a hopeless idiot. My future looks darker than black.
"S-sorry. It just slipped out. I didn't mean it," I apologized.
"It's okay, I think," she said.
It got all quiet. Well, this is awkward. But I have been through worse. So I proceeded to start a conversation.
"S-so, any ideas on our club activities?" I asked.
Dang it. I am the club president, not her. Why is she making the important decision? I am so stupid.
"Hmmmm... We should do something that would attract a lot of people," she thought.
"A lot of people.. Can we try to avoid that route as much as possible?" I asked. "I'm trying not to attract attention to myself."
"We can help people with their problems," she said as she stood up.
She completely ignored what I just said. Helping people would attract so many more people. This school is full of problem children. They'll all come here and line up to the ends of the halls. It will be endless.
"Okay," I answered. "That sounds good."
Ok. What the hell just happened? I just agreed with her. MY NERVOUS-SIDE GOT THE BETTER OF ME! This curse made me so nervous that I couldn't say no, so I ended up just agreeing to avoid any arguments. That's what happens when you don't have confidence in yourself. I hate myself.
"I'll be back. I'm going to tell the one in charge of clubs about our club activity," she said.
She walked out of the classroom and headed for the office. This is my time to take action in this classroom. I got up. I have to show who is boss. Who is the president. Who is in charge of this club. I sat in the corner and wrapped my arms around my legs. I lied down and started to grieve.
"Why are you such an idiot? All you had to say was no, but you couldn't. You nervous idiot. You bum. Stupid me. I am such a hopeless and sad son of a bit-"
"I'm back," she said as she walked through the door.
We just kind of looked at each other. She was standing up in front of the door, holding a paper. I was on the floor in the feels position. It was an awkward stare.
"Oh, you're pretending to be a baby in the womb. A fetus, right?" she guessed.
"Certainly not!" I yelled.
I jumped up and dusted off my clothes. She just looked at me, puzzled.
"What were you doing then?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing," I said nervously. "So how did it go?"
"Oh. Our club activity has been approved. We start on Monday."
She handed me the paper and it said our club name and our activity. There was a stamp on the right corner.
"Well, this is good. I guess," I said.
"Yes, it is," she replied.
"Well, I have math problems to do. You can go home now if you want," I said as I went to sit.
"Let me help you," she offered.
"It's okay. It's my punishment. I can handle it. Go home."
"Please. I enjoy math anyways," she pleaded.
"Ugh, fine. Thank you," I finally said.
She just smiled and took out paper and pencil.
"Thank you," she said so nicely.
We both started writing and answering as many questions as possible in a short amount of time. Thank god, I have this goddess-like person by my side.
