In Your Dreams

27 || Phoebe Summers

I can't tell whether the rehearsal went well or not. The other band members made it seem like I'll fit right in. Meanwhile, Emmett made it sound like I'm an irritating gnat he wants to get rid of. I mean, who cares what Emmett thinks of me when I'm participating. Sure, he's the leader of the band, but why do I feel obligated to care about what he thinks of me? If he would like to see me as a gnat he desperately needs to get rid of, he can feel free to do so. But that won't stop me from doing my best in the band, not even his occasional glares at me.

He doesn't need to make eye contact with me to tell that he irritated by my presents. Throughout the time the moment the rehearsal had begun, Emmett didn't bat an eyebrow at my direction. The only time he looks at me was when he tries to disagree with me, or he accidentally glances at where I am. And the latter has a higher chance of happening than the former.

Thank God we have a lunch break before proceeding. Right after Emmett announces to everyone that we'll have a thirty-minute break, I immediately stomp my way out of the door as fast as I can. Although, despite me acting in a hurry, I still listened to the rest of Emmett's words before leaving the room. Normally, the rehearsal would have ended before lunch break, but since everyone in the band has a free schedule, until three since I have class, we all agreed on continuing with the rehearsal. Though they also agreed to still continue rehearsing even after I'm gone. Emmett was the one who suggested that, and I wasn't surprised whenever those words left his mouth. Like I said, he really made it sound like he wants to get rid of me. And my slamming of the door feels more appropriate after I explained what had happened.

Again, why do I care whether he wishes to get rid of me or not? We mutually agreed I'll just be in the band until the foundation week, more specifically after the battle of the bands between different department. Plus there aren't any special conditions, even if we win or lose, I'll still have to leave the band.

A heavy sigh pushes itself out of my chest before stepping foot into the cafeteria once more. Interesting how Emmett and I were passive at one another earlier, at the same place where I am right now. But something had happened that made him change his entire demeanor towards me. Whatever it is, it ain't my problem. That's his to deal with.

I walk around near the cafeteria counter, scanning whatever that looks decent enough to eat. The coffee from earlier was disappointing, but I can't just throw it away, that would have been wasteful. So, I endured the bland taste of the coffee until every liquid had drained into my stomach. Never again should I settle for cheap coffee in the cafeteria.

Actually, let me phrase that…

Never against should I settle for anything that the campus' cafeteria is selling.

That sounds more realistic and ideal. Because right now, as I scan the selection that is displayed by the cafeteria, nothing looks edible enough. Some food looks too dry, some even looked like it was yesterday's leftover, and they simply heated it up to make it look newly cooked.

One of the servers behind the counter is watching me walk by. I tried my best to avoid any eye contact as I pretend to look interested in the food. When I was ready leave and feel disappointed to not see anything edible, my eyes immediately spotted the new donut display.

Huh, that's new. Even before I didn't see that new donut display. Each layers of the display show a variety of donut flavors. Well, there's only like a handful of flavors that are displayed and not at all that fancy, just plain flavors. But the one that caught my attention was the one that is labeled “KitKat Haven.” It's a regular-shaped donut with all kinds of chocolate on top of it—chocolate syrup and everything. Not only that, there's also a whole KitKat bar sitting on top of the donut. The bar looks like it was melted on the donut.