All the men starred at me, mouths ajar. I knew what I've done, awkwardly I look down, and shut my laptop. Before I could put it into my bag, I hear him talking, again.
It started with a small chuckle, "awesome, my names Ethan."
I stop myself from putting my stuff away, and look towards him, "you found that funny?"
"Sure I did," he scratched his nose glancing beside me, then looking back.
"Oh," my stomach still turned, like I've made a mistake and I would be judged.
"Woah, what are you doing?" He reached a hand across me so I couldn't stand up, "leaving without even saying your name?"
"Yes," I breath silently, "sorry for this," I slung the bag over my shoulder, and scuttered out. My heart still beat fast, my legs shaky.
This is why I don't talk to people. I hate myself.
I could feel my face still hot, as I stepped into class. I was very early, but the door was open, and plopped at the back like always. Opening my laptop I began to edit my work once more.
Eventually the bell sang, I clicked to make sure it's saved. Everyone else, shuffles in, sitting around in groups. I stay where I am. The lesson begins, I listen intently hoping I didn't fail this hell hole and have to start over.
I sighed hoping that the bell would sing again, sounding is to leave.
Soon enough it did, and everyone jumped out of their seats, not paying attention to anyone else.
My feet hit the sidewalk, each foot alternating. I started to breath heavy, from the hot LA temperature, the jeans and black hoodie I was wearing didn't help. As I was focused on how hot I am, temperature wise, I didn't notice those guys I saw early standing beside the sidewalk. It wasn't until the one who approached me in the coffee shop stopped me.
"Hello," he said with chipper in his voice, "may I have a name this time?"
I roll my eyes, brushing off the nervous out in my stomach, "my name is Rosalie," I used one knuckle to push up my glasses.
"Nice," he smiled at me. It got quiet for a second. So I started to walk again, I left him behind, scared for myself. Scared for my embarrassment.
(A/N SO IT DECIDED TO FUCKING SNOW TODAY YEA THATS FUN)
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The Small Café: A Crankgameplays/ Ethan Nestor Fanfic
Fiksi PenggemarA girl struggling with social anxiety and university gets approached by Ethan Nestor. She needs help to break out of her shell and live her life, will Ethan be able to help her?
