Is it possible to die of embarrassment? Seriously, right now I just want to crawl into a whole and fade away. You'll never guess what just happened to me in Mr. DeWault's Botany class just now. He was rambling on about the parts of a flower and somewhere around the petals I lost interest and starting doodling on the cover of my note book. I must have looked like I was actually taking notes, because he called on me to answer a question.
"Miss Orion, what's the purpose of the pistol and stamen?" I asked.
I was completely lost and shrugged my shoulders.
"Well you've been busily writing all period, I assumed you were taking notes. Would you care to tell the class what you were doing?"
I shook my head.
"Very well then, why don't I?" As he leaned down to snatch up my binder, his mustache scratched my cheek, but I was too nervous to really notice.
"Oh, no, please!" I reach up to get it, but I can't stand to tug it from him. I was mortified, I'd been writing Adam's name all over it and so worth.
"Mrs. Banks, Becky loves Adam, Mrs. Rebecca Louise Banks, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam Banks, I love Banksie and look a big heart with the number 99 in the center."
"Uh…" I managed, looking at my hands.
"I trust you're not planning to recording the names of your future children and we may return to our lesson."
I flush, the entire class was looking at me I could feel their eyes on me. I hate to be the center of attention, it makes me queasy. And that leads me to the current situation, sitting in the front of the nurse's office after spewing what they called tuna surprise all over Casey Ross, that sits in front of me and Mr. Dewault's Italian leather shoes. Go me!
"Hey Becky, what are you doing out here?" Oh no, not him, I really can't talk to him right now. I smell like puke and … ugh.
"Um, hi Adam, how are you?" I gulp as he sits on the benches outside of the office.
"Fine, just need a band aide for this cut on my thumb. Paper cuts man, they hurt more then anything. I'll ask again, 'What are you doing out here?' No subject changing this time."
"I… uh," Great, now I'm stuttering. "I threw up on the teacher."
"Awesome!" Adam exclaims. "Which one?"
"Mr. DeWault."
"Oh, well he deserves it. The jerk. Are you feeling okay?"
I nod. "I'm fine, he just embarrassed me about not paying attention in class and I got sort of worked up."
"I would've expected more from the coach's daughter." He laughs. "Not paying attention, that's not good, Becky."
There they are again, those three little words that kill a piece of me each time they're said 'The Coach's Daughter' I hate that so much. I can't just be Becky, I have to be Becky Orion, 'Daddy's girl'. It's so frustrating, I'm more annoyed with my permanent title then being stuck in this stupid chair.
"Yeah, but I'm feeling a lot better now, I think I'm going to skip the nurse and go back to class."
"Alright, you want me to walk you?"
'Yes, yes, God yes!!' That's what I should say, though it comes out as "No thanks, I'm okay, stay and get your band aide."
I'm just about to leave when one of the kids from my class walks up to check on me. "Mr. DeWault, wanted me to make sure you're well. I didn't mean to interrupt you on your honeymoon though." Then he runs away.
Adam looks at me oddly and I gulp. Before he can even ask what my fellow classmate was talking about, I take off down the hall. Oh man that was humiliating.
"Miss Orion, what's the purpose of the pistol and stamen?" I asked.
I was completely lost and shrugged my shoulders.
"Well you've been busily writing all period, I assumed you were taking notes. Would you care to tell the class what you were doing?"
I shook my head.
"Very well then, why don't I?" As he leaned down to snatch up my binder, his mustache scratched my cheek, but I was too nervous to really notice.
"Oh, no, please!" I reach up to get it, but I can't stand to tug it from him. I was mortified, I'd been writing Adam's name all over it and so worth.
"Mrs. Banks, Becky loves Adam, Mrs. Rebecca Louise Banks, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam Banks, I love Banksie and look a big heart with the number 99 in the center."
"Uh…" I managed, looking at my hands.
"I trust you're not planning to recording the names of your future children and we may return to our lesson."
I flush, the entire class was looking at me I could feel their eyes on me. I hate to be the center of attention, it makes me queasy. And that leads me to the current situation, sitting in the front of the nurse's office after spewing what they called tuna surprise all over Casey Ross, that sits in front of me and Mr. Dewault's Italian leather shoes. Go me!
"Hey Becky, what are you doing out here?" Oh no, not him, I really can't talk to him right now. I smell like puke and … ugh.
"Um, hi Adam, how are you?" I gulp as he sits on the benches outside of the office.
"Fine, just need a band aide for this cut on my thumb. Paper cuts man, they hurt more then anything. I'll ask again, 'What are you doing out here?' No subject changing this time."
"I… uh," Great, now I'm stuttering. "I threw up on the teacher."
"Awesome!" Adam exclaims. "Which one?"
"Mr. DeWault."
"Oh, well he deserves it. The jerk. Are you feeling okay?"
I nod. "I'm fine, he just embarrassed me about not paying attention in class and I got sort of worked up."
"I would've expected more from the coach's daughter." He laughs. "Not paying attention, that's not good, Becky."
There they are again, those three little words that kill a piece of me each time they're said 'The Coach's Daughter' I hate that so much. I can't just be Becky, I have to be Becky Orion, 'Daddy's girl'. It's so frustrating, I'm more annoyed with my permanent title then being stuck in this stupid chair.
"Yeah, but I'm feeling a lot better now, I think I'm going to skip the nurse and go back to class."
"Alright, you want me to walk you?"
'Yes, yes, God yes!!' That's what I should say, though it comes out as "No thanks, I'm okay, stay and get your band aide."
I'm just about to leave when one of the kids from my class walks up to check on me. "Mr. DeWault, wanted me to make sure you're well. I didn't mean to interrupt you on your honeymoon though." Then he runs away.
Adam looks at me oddly and I gulp. Before he can even ask what my fellow classmate was talking about, I take off down the hall. Oh man that was humiliating.