What Could Go Wrong?

Chapter 2

After the whole thing at lunch, I was in my head for the rest of the day. I mean, does he like me back? What exactly did he say to Tanaya? Why did he walk off? None of the probable answers to these questions are good signs. I get home and start on my homework in a lame attempt to take my mind off Matt, something that's part of my daily routine at this point. Well, after I raid the fridge for something to snack on. After about an hour of blankly staring at open-ended questions for English, I see that Sammy has finally sent me Matt's number via text. Now, I can hear my heart pounding loud in my ears. Why do these things have to be so nerve-wracking? But I know I need to talk to him.

I save the number as a new contact and open it, spiking myself up to text him.

Savannah: "Hey, it's Savannah."

I throw my phone to the other side of my bed, almost worried that I put a dent in the bed frame, but ultimately decide it isn't the pressing matter currently. After what seemed like hours, but was probably just 20 seconds, I hear the buzz of a notification from my phone. I quickly grab my phone and wait for the screen to light up and see that it's Matt.

Matt: "Hey."

I gather up some courage and respond, getting right to the point.

Savannah: "So you figured it out, didn't you?"

Matt: "Yeah, I did."

Savannah: "Well then... yeah I kinda expected you to figure it out in a better way than that. So, what are your thoughts, might I ask?"

Matt: "Well...."

He pauses, making me wait in suspense.

Matt: "I don't really think of you in that way. I'm so sorry..."

On one hand, I do hurt a bit, but rejection always does. However, there isn't a pang in my chest like you'd think there would be in a time like this. I really liked him... or so I thought. Maybe I jumped into it too soon.

Savannah: "I thought so. Honestly, I did expect it. I just wanted to talk to you so that it wouldn't be AS awkward on Monday."

Matt: "Yeah, I figured. I hated having to say that to you."

At least he's being sweet about it.

The conversation floods my mind the rest of the day. I was expecting the rejection to hurt a lot more than it did. And I don't usually jump into my feelings immediately, it takes time. So why is this time so much more different than I predicted? The more I keep thinking, the more I realize that I didn't actually like him. It must've been more of an infatuation and the fact that I like how he plays his instrument.

I have to tell my friends too because, well, they're my friends. I tell them almost everything. Everyone's saying cliché stuff like "I'm so sorry" and "*hugs*" but honestly, I don't feel much. He was nice about it and I expected it.

Maybe I shouldn't have jumped the gun and waited a while longer to see what would've happened. Something feels off about this situation.

I quickly decide watch Supernatural to get my mind off of it, and it works its charm. This show is great at distracting me from the world's issues. If I had a nickel for every time I've done that... let's just say I'd have a fairly large sum of money in my savings account.

The weekend isn't much different, just sitting in my bed, watching T.V, finishing homework. I think it should be against the law to assign so much homework over the weekend. This is why I try my hardest to finish all my work at school so there's not much to do at home. I like having a life outside of school, who would've thought?

I contemplate all weekend if I should text him back asking him to not talk about it with anyone, but I don't. I trust him, and I think I should talk to him on Monday anyway.

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Sorry I had to cut this chapter short. I have a big plot, the next part just needs to be in a different chapter.