Kate Sage [ON HOLD]

seventeen

(A/N listen to the music while you read please. Thanks.)

Kate's POV.
(Thursday) Lunch
My confidence level went down so much as I walked into the cafeteria. I was blushing, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even look at him. To calm myself down I kinda took a lap around the cafeteria and give myself a pep talk. "You got this Syd, everything's gonna be fine. Just take a deep breath, walk over there and do it." I told myself pacing throughout the room.

As I was walking back to the lunch line I ran into Marry.

"Hey Marry what's up?"

"Did you tell him yet?" She replied with attitude.

"No not yet why" I smiled ignoring her attitude.

"I'm getting sick of this. If you don't tell him I will." She bluntly replied.

"You're going to tell him that I like him?"

In my mind I was just thinking what kind of friend are you. That's not okay at all.

"Why would you even do that?!" I began to raise my voice, "what kind of friend does someone like that?! You know what forget it."

Before she could respond I walked back to my actual friends.

Every time I looked at him I wanted to just blurt it out from the roof tops. But I felt forced to tell Michael because who knew what Marry would tell him.

I kept hesitating then I finally whispered in his ear "I like you".

AND THESE WERE HIS EXACT WORDS OH SORRY I MEAN WORD.

"Oh"

I felt so fucking stupid. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to cry or punch him in the face. Maybe both. I felt a burning sensation in my arms, my throat was as dry as the desert, and I felt dizzy almost. I knew at some point I was going to cry so I went to the bathroom and just sat there thinking what the hell "oh" meant. I would've been more okay with a no than that answer.

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After I got home I walked to my room, threw my stuff on the floor, closed the door and cried. I cried and I cried for at least an hour and a half.

I was never mad at him, I just felt embarrassed that that's all he had to say. Everyone believed and had confidence in me. Since it was Thursday, I wiped away my tears and got dressed for practice. Any time I get hurt physically or emotionally I seem to have the best practice. That day my hitting, tipping, and serving was all on point. I need to get hurt more often.

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Friday
I planned to spend all of today responding to him with just different ways of saying "oh". And he sure did talk to me today like everything was fine and dandy.

Like what the fuck. But okay I guess.

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Sorry this book is getting really crappy I just don't have the same feelings from when I started so it's kinda hard to write now. 😊