❝Maybe there's a whole bunch of impossible people waiting for me out there. Waiting to make me feel that same uncertainty again and again.❞
Allison Romero has never had any luck when it comes to finding love, or maintaining friends...or just about...
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04: CHAPTER FOUR
SO I guess you can say that gym class has never particularly been a favourite subject for me. In fact, it ranks on the top 10 worst school subjects, with Math being number 1 of course.
As I stand in front of the mirror, I'm painfully conscious of how baggy my shorts are and how loosely my shirt hung around me. And while I'm more than okay with that, the other girls in the changing room with me aren't, judging by the dirty looks they throw me.
Whatever, I'm not trying to impress anyone.
What about Josh? You do realise he's in your class, right? And...there I go again letting my thoughts drift to him.
These past two weeks, I've been feeling rather skittish around him; in the sense that my heart would beat around him and my hands would start to shake. Him simply being there at our usual table was much more of a daunting task now that I'm more aware of his existence.
I'm not sure if it's a crush or if it's a mere attraction but I sincerely hope it passes off with time. I don't have the energy to sit there thinking about him and his pretty blue eyes when I could be doing something much more important: like studying.
Pushing my shoulders back, I grip the edge of my shorts and head out of the changing room. Whether it's my paranoia sinking in or not, I can feels eyes drilling holes into my back as I walk out and join my 'Fitness and Lifestyle' class.
One period down, five more to go, I think sullenly to myself as I sit beside a girl named Tina. She's pretty much the only person who talks to me outside of class, but she usually only texts me to ask if me have any homework. Whatever, I'll take what I can get.
Our teacher, Mr. Thompson, explains that we'd be joining another class today because we're lacking in the number of students attending the class; which is pretty understandable considering half of the Year 12's who take Art are on an excursion to a museum.
I hold in a stream of curse words as the teacher announces we'd be playing dodgeball. Seriously? Why can't we do something more enjoyable like sleeping?
Begrudgingly, I shuffle my feet over to my group and glower down at the floor. I'm not even grouped with the people that I like, not that I particularly like anyone. Other than Josh but that's another story for another day.
My teammates start to formulate strategies while I stand lamely to the side with my arms folded across my chest. I look like the ultimate definition of a loser. And honestly, my strategy is to hide in the corner and pray nobody notices me standing there; which is a bit of a hard task considering my height.
