Like a Fish out of Water || William and Borealis
His heart was pounding with the loud music. It wasnât bad music, really, but it was far from the things he usually listened to. This whole scene was very far from normal from the shy Englishman, and from the looks he was getting it was rather obvious. Swallowing thickly his gaze sifted through the crowed but he knew he wouldnât find her. Heâd been tricked.Â
Replaying the conversation in his head it had seemed to go well. He had worked up the courage to ask her out and she smiled at him, a pity smile, he now realized. The kind of smile that you would expect to be accompanied by a âbless your heartâ before they inevitably crushed you. But heâd ignored it at the time because she seemed nice and told him about coming here. She hadnât technically said yes to the date... but the way she spoke it sounded like she was agreeing to it. If sheâd just told him no he could be at home right now.
A voice in the back of his head chided him for believing she actually wanted to go out with him and insisted that she and her friends were laughing at his expense. They always laugh at you. Even the strangers looking questioningly in his direction were probably laughing at him. He clearly didnât fit in here. His bookish appearance only made worse by the fact that he had worn a nice button up for his supposed date. They could tell he was the butt of some joke.
He couldnât let them win. He wasnât going to run away. Not this time. Determined to stick it out but not strong enough to stand his ground there among all the stares William gravitated toward the edges of the room, the glances and whispers pushing him into a more secluded corner.Â
