I think. I can … I can," I say more to myself than him. I need to. I want to do this.
"Atta girl, take a big dose of 'Might as fuckin’ well' and make your move." Martin slaps me on the back, like I'm a kid on his soccer team.
Roman is just walking in.
"Hey, man," Martin says to Roman as he takes his seat.
"Hey?" he replies, looking a bit confused.
I would be too; I think that's the first time Martin has spoken to him directly.
Come break time, I am a pile of nerves. Martin looks right at me, and gives me the go ahead look. I muster up as much courage as I have, and go with it.
"Hey, Martin, let's skip the rest of class and go get a coffee or something? I'm in desperate need of a break from Poli Sci." I think I sounded fine. Nice and normal.
"Sure, yeah okay. Sounds good, actually. I'll need some caffeine for my night class anyway." He winks at me, and looks at the little blond in front of me. "Katie, would you like to join us?"
Ahh, Katie is her name. I was wondering.
"No, thank you. I really need to stay, thanks for the invite, though."
Wait, what. I thought Martin said she'd go. She looks back and smiles at me. She turned him down on purpose for some reason.
"I'm game, guys," the big dude behind me says next.
Martin looks right at me with a what are you waiting for stare.
Here goes nothing. I look right at Roman. He's reading something out of the text again and doesn't look up. This is more difficult than I anticipated.
I clear my throat and say, "Do you wanna come too?"
He looks up from the book. I'm not sure if he knows it was him I was talking to.
I ask again, "Coffee. Would you like to go get coffee with us?"
"Now? As in, leave for the rest of class?" he asks, hesitantly.
"Yeah?" My answer comes out sounding more like question.
He looks completely conflicted. There is a war going on inside of that head of his, and I really want to know why. I watch with anticipation and intrigue as he comes to a decision.
"It's just coffee," I reassure.
A gruff sounding groan tumbles out of him almost like he's pained.
"All right, fine."
Way to be enthused , I sarcastically think to myself. He's acting as if I'm making him do something terrible. Nevertheless, he's going, so a brick immediately forms in my stomach. Crap, I forgot how this means I actually have to socialize.
We all make our way out to the parking lot. I decide to take the dose of "might-as-fuckin’-well" Martin so eloquently suggested.
"Hey, Roman, can I ride with you?" I ask.
"Um … Yeah … Sure," he replies, pausing between each word, and then he nervously scratches at the back of his head.
"My car's right over there," he points to an old white Buick Lesabre.
I follow next to him. I'm relieved he didn't ask why. I didn't have a plan for that. I don't have a convincing excuse for why I asked to ride along with him instead of the others, other than just plain wanting to.
Roman
That's when I knew. We've conveyed it a dozen times with our eyes, but that is the exact moment I knew for sure. I am so fucked.
Rigbee
I thank Roman for the ride back as he pulls into the lot.
"No worries."
"That's me, over there." I show him.
He drives to where I point, harshly puts the car in park, and looks at me. His eyes, they are daring me. He already knows. What's the worst that could happen now? It's physically tiring to wonder. If he doesn't like me, well then we will only have to awkwardly work on a speech together for the next few weeks. No big deal, right?
I turn my whole body toward him and suck in a deep breath.
"I find you incredibly attractive I don't know why but I'm drawn to you." I spit the words out fast, running them together, before I change my mind. I hope he understood.
Say something, say something , I think to myself. He sits there, chewing on his bottom lip, aghast. Staring at me, and saying nothing. Time to get out of his car.
"Okay, well thanks again for the ride," I spout, trying not to appear as mortified as I am. "See ya
"Atta girl, take a big dose of 'Might as fuckin’ well' and make your move." Martin slaps me on the back, like I'm a kid on his soccer team.
Roman is just walking in.
"Hey, man," Martin says to Roman as he takes his seat.
"Hey?" he replies, looking a bit confused.
I would be too; I think that's the first time Martin has spoken to him directly.
Come break time, I am a pile of nerves. Martin looks right at me, and gives me the go ahead look. I muster up as much courage as I have, and go with it.
"Hey, Martin, let's skip the rest of class and go get a coffee or something? I'm in desperate need of a break from Poli Sci." I think I sounded fine. Nice and normal.
"Sure, yeah okay. Sounds good, actually. I'll need some caffeine for my night class anyway." He winks at me, and looks at the little blond in front of me. "Katie, would you like to join us?"
Ahh, Katie is her name. I was wondering.
"No, thank you. I really need to stay, thanks for the invite, though."
Wait, what. I thought Martin said she'd go. She looks back and smiles at me. She turned him down on purpose for some reason.
"I'm game, guys," the big dude behind me says next.
Martin looks right at me with a what are you waiting for stare.
Here goes nothing. I look right at Roman. He's reading something out of the text again and doesn't look up. This is more difficult than I anticipated.
I clear my throat and say, "Do you wanna come too?"
He looks up from the book. I'm not sure if he knows it was him I was talking to.
I ask again, "Coffee. Would you like to go get coffee with us?"
"Now? As in, leave for the rest of class?" he asks, hesitantly.
"Yeah?" My answer comes out sounding more like question.
He looks completely conflicted. There is a war going on inside of that head of his, and I really want to know why. I watch with anticipation and intrigue as he comes to a decision.
"It's just coffee," I reassure.
A gruff sounding groan tumbles out of him almost like he's pained.
"All right, fine."
Way to be enthused , I sarcastically think to myself. He's acting as if I'm making him do something terrible. Nevertheless, he's going, so a brick immediately forms in my stomach. Crap, I forgot how this means I actually have to socialize.
We all make our way out to the parking lot. I decide to take the dose of "might-as-fuckin’-well" Martin so eloquently suggested.
"Hey, Roman, can I ride with you?" I ask.
"Um … Yeah … Sure," he replies, pausing between each word, and then he nervously scratches at the back of his head.
"My car's right over there," he points to an old white Buick Lesabre.
I follow next to him. I'm relieved he didn't ask why. I didn't have a plan for that. I don't have a convincing excuse for why I asked to ride along with him instead of the others, other than just plain wanting to.
Roman
That's when I knew. We've conveyed it a dozen times with our eyes, but that is the exact moment I knew for sure. I am so fucked.
Rigbee
I thank Roman for the ride back as he pulls into the lot.
"No worries."
"That's me, over there." I show him.
He drives to where I point, harshly puts the car in park, and looks at me. His eyes, they are daring me. He already knows. What's the worst that could happen now? It's physically tiring to wonder. If he doesn't like me, well then we will only have to awkwardly work on a speech together for the next few weeks. No big deal, right?
I turn my whole body toward him and suck in a deep breath.
"I find you incredibly attractive I don't know why but I'm drawn to you." I spit the words out fast, running them together, before I change my mind. I hope he understood.
Say something, say something , I think to myself. He sits there, chewing on his bottom lip, aghast. Staring at me, and saying nothing. Time to get out of his car.
"Okay, well thanks again for the ride," I spout, trying not to appear as mortified as I am. "See ya
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