Cold Tea

When I pack my things I happen to tip my tea cup, cold tea runs down the table and on to my jeans, I look down at the stain and sigh heavily.

“Just great." I murmur and grab a pile of napkins and try to wipe the worst off.

"Hey." Marcus’ greeting makes me look up from the stain, immediately a blush covers my face. Elise and Tess greet him, but then focus on getting their things packed.

"Hi, I spilled my tea." My inner voice sighs desperately, shaking her head at me. Good job Sandra, say something even more stupid, making him flee to the beautiful blonde! I smile, blushing even more, and wish he would just leave. "On to my pants." I add. As if it weren’t obvious.

"Bummer." He smiles his crooked smile and my brain shuts off completely.

"Coming Marky Mark?" The blonde comes up to him and grins and he smiles at her. It feels like I'm falling from a high, crashing to the ground. Medic! my inner voice shouts ironically. With one last smile he disappears out with the blonde in tow and I calmly continue to wipe the tea from my pants.

If no one noticed; my life sucks.

Author's Note

One short scene from my YA - translated into English.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh what a sad tale. Unrequited love has many faces but all of them distraught and self-effacing. So well portrayed in such a short piece. Felt I was awatching her...but does she get her man in the end. Pray do tell!

[Yheela]

Thank you John.
And yes, they do get together at the end. Don't you fear, I'm not leaving my heroine hanging!