The Guys Are Props Club by Ingrid Seymour

Author:Ingrid Seymour [Seymour, Ingrid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
ISBN: 9780615820996
Publisher: PenDreams
Published: 2013-05-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

The next day, Friday, I was absolutely miserable and excited at the same time. On one hand, I couldn’t accept the notion that I had failed in my attempts to stay away from Sebastian’s charms. On the other, I couldn’t wait to see him again.

Not ready to concede defeat, I walked around campus still avoiding the most transited areas. The crazy thing was that every time I saw a dark-haired guy, my heart jumped, hoping it was Sebastian.

After our pizza picnic, he’d taken me home and said good night without attempting to kiss me. My initial disappointment led to relief after he left. A kiss would have led us down a path I wasn’t ready for.

Seized by an attack of low self-esteem, I started telling myself that he had found our conversation dull and decided I wasn’t very interesting, after all. Once this idea took hold, my disappointment came back with a vengeance. And it got even worse when I remembered his promise to leave me alone if I agreed to go on a date with him. Was that why he hadn’t kissed me? I nearly growled in frustration. This mental back-and-forth was exhausting.

The weekend passed in similar fashion. Disappointment and relief struggled for the prime spot in my mind, neither getting the upper hand for long. Saturday, I visited Hunter and was glad to see that he was back to his normal self—at least the normal self that I had first met. Sunday, I studied in the library, my eyes dancing from my textbooks to my cell phone, hoping to receive a text message. None came.

Monday evening, Jessica and I walked together to the student center for our second G.A.P. meeting of the semester. It was hard to believe I’d only known Sebastian for two weeks.

She was uncharacteristically quiet, and I was too lost in my thoughts to wonder why. When we arrived, several of the girls were already there, setting folding chairs in a circle, while Brandy and Clarissa laid out snacks on a table in the back.

“Clarissa wanted to bring snacks. Isn’t that a great idea?” Jessica asked me.

I nodded my agreement and went for a chocolate chip cookie.

“I made those,” Clarissa said proudly.

“They’re great,” I mumbled between bites.

Clarissa moved on to meet some of the G.A.P. veterans who hadn’t been there last time. I counted twenty girls total. They talked animatedly, rolling their eyes, gesturing and laughing. Once more, I felt out of place, far removed from the things that made them tick. Oftentimes in the past few weeks, I had felt compelled to tell Jessica the club wasn’t for me anymore, and that feeling had recently redoubled.

I had met Jessica a year ago when we ended up as roommates. At that point in time, we’d been in strikingly similar stages in our lives. We were both heartbroken freshmen who hadn’t quite been ready for the college challenge and had lacked the fortitude needed to move on and leave the past behind.

During one of our pity fests, Jessica had come up with the idea for G.

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