Faith Eliza Cord
Four Thousand Club
Katarina doesn't want to look at him, doesn't want to hear him speak; already she is sure she knows exactly what he's going to say. Her heart knocking hard against her ribcage, her mouth going dry, she tries to swallow, blinking quickly as she struggles to keep back the tears threatening all over again.
He was going to say never mind, that he wasn't interested after all, not after what he'd heard about her. He was going to say that he thought she was not his type after all, not the sort of girl he'd be caught dead with outside of class. He was going to call her a liar, say she hid important pieces of herself from him, and really, he'd be right.
She was expecting this, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
"I...you can...you don't have to say anything," she almost whispered, shrugging slowly. "I know...I know what you think, and what you want...I'm sorry. It's...you don't have to say it. I get it."
He was going to say never mind, that he wasn't interested after all, not after what he'd heard about her. He was going to say that he thought she was not his type after all, not the sort of girl he'd be caught dead with outside of class. He was going to call her a liar, say she hid important pieces of herself from him, and really, he'd be right.
She was expecting this, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
"I...you can...you don't have to say anything," she almost whispered, shrugging slowly. "I know...I know what you think, and what you want...I'm sorry. It's...you don't have to say it. I get it."