“Fuck yeah!” Seth yells out before taping his hands on the round table. His loud thuds break me out of my daze. “What about you, Andy?”I hate it when he calls me that. When Candi says it, it makes my stomach do somersaults.
“Uh… yeah… definitely. I have all of my parts memorized…”
“Awesome.” Rayne chomps down on a carrot stick. He goes on to say something else, but I can't pay attention. Candi is a lure that my eyes can't resist.
Come on, see me. Just look at me once.As if she can hear my inner thoughts, she does what I ask. Her eyes meet mine, and I can feel her heart skip just as mine does.At least I hope it does.
I don't know how many times I checked my messages while practicing my bass. I've messed up many chords and rhythms from how many times I’ve tried to use my peripheral vision.I sound obsessed, maybe I am.
As each minute passes, I'm filled with hopefulness. I watch the digital clock in the lower corner of my computer monitor change in agonizing slow motion.Damn, it's nine P.M. Howlong is cheer practice? I sound so fucking foolish.I can't help it. I haven't been this excited to talk to someone before. Disappointment begins to take over before I sign out of my account, and the dark thoughts start to replace the mental music notes.
She's not getting on tonight. Did you really think she would? Why would a girl like her want to talk to you? You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. Candi is just like everyone else in that fucking school.
Maybe they're right, and she's not what I thought. Before I can click thelog-outbutton, Candi proves me wrongagain. My eyes widen at the small number above themessagesicon. “Please be Candi. Please be Candi. Please be Candi.” I repeat the mantra over and over again in a soft and slightly panicked whisper.
It is her.My tensed shoulders relax.
Way to sound desperate.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Nm. I just came back from cheer practice. Did you practice your bass or did you miss me too much? Lol.
Misfit_Bassist:
Maybe… a little bit of both…?
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
I knew it!
Misfit_Bassist:
So…
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
So…?
Misfit_Bassist:
Are you going to tell me what was wrong this morning in history??
She doesn't respond, not right away at least. The digital clock is once again moving in slow motion.Shit! Way to go, Andrew. You pissed her off. I shouldn't have said anything. Maybe we aren't as close as I thought, and whatever was going on with her is none of my business.
Misfit_Bassist:
Candi??
I message again, hoping that she just stepped away from her computer and she's not pissed at me.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Are you sure you want to know? It's a long story. I don't want to bore you.
Her message illuminates the chat thread.
Misfit_Bassist:
