Sam boarded the bus for home in a daze.
The entire scene from earlier flashed by in his mind and her words were echoing in his ears like a broken record.
It had taken him so long to figure out his feelings, to gather the courage to confess ... and then to have his worst fears realised hit him harder than he thought it would.
Despite the fact that he had considered her rejecting him, to actually have it happen ... Sam sighed.
He stared out the window, watching as the familiar scenes flashed by. The pain he was feeling inside was intense but what aggravated him more was the sense of dissatisfaction.
Why wasn't he good enough? Why wouldn't she agree? What was so wrong with him that she wouldn't even consider giving them a chance?
A chance of the feeling to grow if none existed? Didn't they click? Didn't they have good times together? Was it all a lie? Was she just being nice? Pandering to him?
*A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
So, now the ball is in Betty's court. Will she succeed?
Sam's pretty stubborn, actually. Something you're going to see in the next few chapters.
。゚・(>﹏<)・゚。
Work hard, Betty!
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