Chapter 6: Club to Join
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Just then it sank in my mind the ‘what about’ of the situation I am in. “T-Thanks...” was the only thing I could say. Most of the eyes around was set on me as if throwing me shrewd gazes. Perhaps, I am getting in the way of their heartthrob prince.
Great! He was a football team captain as the girl in the side explained. It literally spells trouble getting on his way. Not that I am afraid of him, but more of the fan girls he has.
“No problem. It’s only natural for me help a girl in distress,” he explained and flashed a bright smile. I couldn’t help to fantasized on his evenly aligned teeth from bottom to the top.
On the other hand, I felt how the atmosphere around changes. The gazes I received was becoming more heated. This is bad. I am barely starting to adjust on this new lifestyle I’ve ought to have for this year in highschool, and here I am making enemies without actually learning to blend in first.
“Thank you,” I repeated again as I bent over my neck and walk to the side to let him get the center view I am having.
I felt him walk passed me and into the bulletin board. I looked over my shoulder and I realized he was was here to pin the flyer for the football team recruitment himself.
Whoa! Not that I am that knowledgeable on how things works here in Montreal, but in the movies I’ve watched, those sidekicks where the ones who were commonly tasked to do stuff like this. He must be a man of true responsibility on the position he hold.
I was about to turn my back to leave the place when I heard him ask me something, which automatically halted me on my track.
“By the way, miss. Are you one of the transferees for this year? I haven’t seen you around before,” he asked out of curiosity.
I don’t know if I am supposed to be thankful he asked or be pissed by it. He just proved on me on how a prim-and-proper like me almost became Miss Invisible for him.
Meeting his gaze, I force a smile. “No, I am not. I’ve been studying for here for five years,” I honestly admitted. And before he could even ask further more, I started walking away. But before I could actually drift away, I heard him say something.
“Weird. I usually knew, at least familiar with all the gorgeous girls here in Montreal,” Stephen guy mindlessly whispered in the air, which still managed to reach my ears.
Gosh! Suddenly, my body temperature increases. I could feel my cheeks burning with an inexplicable sensation beyond what I can comprehend. This phenomenon was all new to me. Was this the thing they call as blushing, when someone made your heart thumps with some flattery?
Did I was just called ‘gorgeous’ indirectly? Wow! I couldn’t help to feel touched with such simple remarks, whom I believed has been normal to hear for most of the teens in my age. And what more, coming from a popular guy like Stephen Curts.
No doubt his name sounds familiar earlier for he was that famous in the campus.
Breathing in and out, I regained my composure. With what just happened, I failed to scan everything on the list of clubs available that fit on the qualifications I had in mind that would help me be more outgoing.
I guess, I am left with one choice but to try out on Shamcey’s Cheerleading Club.
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