Rejection Hurts On Both Sides

Chapter 12: I'm Sorry

Chapter 12: I’m Sorry

“Agatha, are you even listening to me?” Nate looks at me in confusion.

I just stare at him, my gaze unblinking. My pen is poised in mid-air, my hand not moving anytime soon.

A boy by the name of Argent snorts. “Great. The secretary’s gone to La La Land.”

The other club members laugh, oblivious to my inner thoughts. As of now, we’re having our drama club meeting in a classroom and Nate is standing in front of us, currently trying to get me to respond to his questions. And since I’m the secretary, I’m supposed to be writing down what our President- aka Nate- is saying. But my mind is too far worked into overdrive to be listening to that guy right now.

After I texted S during lunch, I waited for a reply. But I got nothing. Nada.

And it’s stressing the heck out of me. What if I just told a random stranger that about my lyasib? What if she knows who I am and spreads the word out? My mother is so going to murder me.

I can literally hear the crickets chirping, my conscience tells me. Mind telling the peeps what lyasib means?

Who are you talking about?

You know- the ones reading about your life.

None of those exist, dearest conscience.

Then at least tell me what lyasib is, my conscience replies, not missing a beat. For ignorant ol’ me?

Fine- lyasib means ability.

You’re welcome, readers.

You’re insane…

… Says the one who’s talking to her own conscience.

I think I just roasted myself. Unbelievable.

“Agatha?”

I blink to see Nate just a few inches away from me, his ice blue eyes boring into mine. When did he do that? And then I realize if I move any closer, our lips would be touching- that’s how close we are.

So I react how any other normal, sane person would.

I let out a small scream and topple backwards in my chair. “SON OF A-!”

Nate quickly shoots out an arm, his hand latching onto the seat to steady it. I try to catch my breath, my eyes widening to the size of saucers.

“Why’d you do that?” I complain, ignoring the fresh wave of laughter I’ve caused. “I could’ve died!”

The blue eyed boy raises a brow. “But you didn’t.”

Fair point.

“But why did you have to scare me?!”

“You weren’t listening to a word I was saying,” Nate shrugs, his eyes glinting with something close to mischief. “And as the secretary, you should always be attentive.” He gives me a pointed look.

I groan. “Fine, fine. I’ll transcribe the stupid meeting.”

He nods. “Thank you, Agatha.” Then he turns to the other club members. “Now, the main reason I’ve called you here today is to talk about the play Mrs. Kenning instructed me to add to the program. I-”

“What program are you talking about?” I quickly cut him off. I didn’t hear anything about a program.

Nate looks at me like I’ve gone mad. “The program for our school’s founding anniversary,” he says slowly. “It’s next month.”