And because I'm a sore loser, I keep checking the stats. I'm fudging happy! YAY! :DD
Hope you're not confused with the flow of the story. :)
BPOV
Calm down, Bella. It's just fine. He's not yet here. Don't worry. Everything's fine.
Cringe. Yeah, right.
Shut up brain!
Oh, God, I'm mentally ill.
"You okay, Bella?"Angela, my Music and Gym classmate asked.
I must be looking confused 'cause she clarified to me, "You look so crestfallen."
I blushed. Shit, what does that mean? I saw that word last night. Crestfallen...oh!
I ducked my head. "Oh, um, no. I'm fine." I stuttered.
"Hey, Bella? Favor. Can you sing this one for me? I'm just going to try it on the piano. Kay?" she asked.
Blushing, I nodded. "I'm not that good."
"What? No, you are. Sing it when I play, okay?"
Angela started playing Chasing Pavements.
I was about to sing the second stanza when someone clapped.
I was startled by the sound so I stopped and searched for the cause only to see him doing it.
I was gaping, as I was looking at him. Shit, shit shit, shit, shit.
FUCK MY LIFE.
