Dangers of Daydreaming

Chapter 5

I'm so not satisfied with this chapter. And I didn't edit it properly, so tell me if there are errors, I'll gladly rewrite them. But I still hope you'll like this! c:

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“What?” I can’t help but blurt it out. “A project?” But, thankfully, my voice isn’t that loud and only a few people heard me.

            I turn to look at Tom who doesn’t seem to be bothered by the idea of a project that we need to pass a day before our preliminary exams. Is it just me that finds the whole thing so outrageous? What happened to the way their brains function?

            I mean, we have to study for the prelims. And it’s quite difficult since we have to take the test for every subject – well, not really, every subject. But at least more than half of the subjects we take.

            And she’s going to give us even more work? As she’s explaining what our project will be, I can only think of how much I regret attending this class. It’s only my first session, but I can say that trigonometry is nothing but a royal pain in the ass. So why did I even join here in the first place?

            Ugh.

            Is this what people say that this crazy thing called love makes you do things you never thought of ever doing? Maybe it is. But, for sure, this isn’t love. It’s just infatuation. But how can you possibly tell the difference between the two? They’re practically twins.

            This is definitely not what I signed up for.

            “Okay, class,” our teacher calls loud enough to get our faltering attentions again. “This project would be done in groups of three or four. And I’d choose who you’re going to work with.” And then we all groan in complaint. This is becoming the worst class I’ve ever had, and to think that this is only my first session.

            As Ms. Holly is reading off all the names and their corresponding groups from a piece of paper, I just hope that Tom is in my group. If not him, then I hope Gus will be my group mate. In that way, we can get to know each other much better. Plus, this will be an excuse so I can spend some time with him. It’ll be awkward at first, for sure, especially when he’ll remember me as the girl who he always catches staring at him.

            But the sooner that we get over the awkward phase, the better.

            Without meaning to, I cross my fingers under my table and pray intently on being group mates with either Tom or Gus. And – call it fate or coincidence, whatever – I hear the answers to my prayers.

            “And the last group will only have three members: Mr. Robb, Mr. Finnick, and Ms. Davis.” Ms. Holly looks up at us with a fresh smile on her face. “Now go meet up with your group and discuss about your project. If any of you have questions, just approach me.” She raises her hand in a dismissal wave, and goes back to her table.

            I just sit there, not moving an inch. I mean, I’m glad that I have the two people I want in my group. But now, I just realize how awkward it will be. It’s like me and Tom are these super normal people, nothing special about us – we’re not attractive or popular or really smart. While there’s Gus, he’s normal, yes, but he’s attractive and popular and rich. And we just feel like we’re not worthy of being graced by his presence.

            And that makes it all the more awkward and weird.

            We don’t really get one another. We don’t see the same things in the same way. Or maybe we do. For example, a Lamborghini. I see it as ridiculously expensive, but it’s gorgeous. Tom probably sees it the same way as I do. While Gus sees the automobile as gorgeous, too, but not exactly expensive.