Out of my league

Concentration

In class I couldn't quite concentrate on what I should be learning. I was thinking about code red and who could possibly have a chance of winning. Despite my bad looks and personality I scan the room of people with potential, as if I had a chance. Elliot, Sam, Joel, Jeremiah... that's who. As I stumbled across his face I hesitated and went into panic mode I couldn't stop staring at him almost as my eyes were stuck on Jeremiah's face. As if it was embarrassing he would've recognised, imagine a whole class.

"Fleur are you with us?" Miss Tonkin asked as she waved her hand in front of my face and I was finally concentrating on her words.

"Yes I am, sorry Miss." I shrink my figure and collapse on the desk as I hide away from the shame of a whole class saw me nearly drool over Jeremiah.

If only I could be more subtle.

As I walked up to the lunch table I saw Charlotte and Erin with smug look. I took a deep breath. "What have you two done now?" I shrugged. Erin's eyes glowed up in excitement and she handed me a piece of paper. I ran my fingers across and felt the delicacy and texture it wasn't normal paper which you get handed in class it was the expensive smooth paper. Of course, as I turned the paper around in big bold letters it says, 'Erin and Fleur's birthday party!'

"Do you like it?" Charlotte asked. I knew they both wanted my response, because as long as my approval is good everything's alright. Sometimes my friends try to impress me and only go by my opinion as I have the most harshest and honest opinion in the group.

"Yeah, they look great!" I just about cracked a smile; I tried to show my gratitude you could just imagine the amount of effort and time they put into the invitations.

"When do you want to hand them all out, we were thinking round about now?" I bit my lip. They don't understand, really. I'm not good at the whole social thing and have courage. I don't have any self-confidence, talking to people or social, and all of my friends are the opposite. Having a party is way more complicated than I imagined. I never expected talking to people would be such an important asset. We had days, even weeks to hand out the invites, all that time to find some balls and pluck up the courage to talk to people, what bullshit excuse could I make up.

"Not now if that's alright, I don't feel in the mood." A panic twists inside me I hope they understand.

"Yeah, you're right, we'll just do them another day." Charlotte replied.