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| English Slacker chapter forty-six | |
| By chrismorton | ||||||
| 22 August 2008 | ||||||
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So, it wasn’t long before Bradby made a comment about how I’d been, “Gawking at the girl in the hat,” and did I know her or something? And then everyone looked round and like the whole table of girls started giggling again. Bradby had caught up pretty quick on the drinking game (he’d downed his first pint) and was really pissed too by then. He was leaning towards me saying, “Go on, get in there,” and then falling back into his seat again. And then Neale was saying that I should go over and talk to them ‘cause: “Fuck it, it’s worth a try.” I began to realise that he was right but this only made me feel even more nervous, butterflies in my stomach and all that. I mean, the thing was, I knew that I should make a move and that I’d regret it the next day if I didn’t but it was like, I dunno, I didn’t really wanna have an audience if you know what I mean. I started saying that I couldn’t be bothered and that it wasn’t worth it and that maybe I’d say something later but the others didn’t pay any attention and continued egging it on. As I moved my eyes over to the girls again I remember really wanting to just stay in the comfort of my own group but the more they went on at me the more they were becoming less of a comfort. I tried saying stuff like: “Why should I have to make the first move?” and, “If she’s interested she’ll come over to us,” and “Why is it the bloke who always has to do the chatting up?” and stuff. Then I started imagining what it’d be like if girls were the ones who came up to us and bought us drinks and I tried to start a conversation about that but the others just weren’t having any of it and were saying, “Don’t try to change the subject Chambers.” Duncan offered me his pint (which he’d just bought) if I went over and talked to her and I think it was then that I seriously considered it. Although when Graz said, “All you have to do is go over and say something and you’ll be in,” all I could help thinking was negative stuff like, unless she isn’t interested, and unless she says: “What? Who are you? What are you talking about?” and all stuff like that. But Graz was now telling me that if I didn’t go over then he’d do it for me. And although that prospect didn’t sound as bad to me as I think Graz expected it to sound, I suddenly thought, “Fuck it,” (‘cause I’d had enough) and I picked up Duncan’s pint and went over to the table full of girls. I was really fucked by then. I just said, “Hello,” sat down at their table and waited for them to say something. One of the girls (her name was Jo) introduced me to the Price-Savers-girl-in-hat who’d been looking at me. Her name was Holly. Jo said: “Holly thinks you’re really horny,” and then like the whole table, except Holly, burst out into like this cackle of laughter. I responded with an, “Oh, right,” and took a sip of Duncan’s pint, wondering and like racking my brain for what else to say. Jo then said, “So what’s your name then?” and I said, “Everyone just calls me Chambers,” which I thought sounded quite cool but Jo just came out with an, “Okay,” like sarcastically and then, “Who’s everyone?” and I thought for a bit before saying, “My mates,” but even before I’d said that, she and the others had started talking about something that was like suddenly more important and before I knew it I was caught up in this impossible-to-understand babble. I tried to meet Holly’s eye as I sat there and I did for a moment and she smiled but that was it. All in all though I was already starting to feel pissed off with my mates for talking me into this. So much for what Graz had said: I was pretty much getting nothing but a headache. The headache got worse as they went on. I finally managed to tune in to part of their conversation when one of the girls was going on about how she’d met Dave Rupert back stage at a Sylvesta gig. How he was “So nice,” and, “Really intelligent, he didn’t say much but he’d always understand what you were talking about.” – Yeah, right, I remember thinking and almost saying: Whatever. Jo then asked me what kind of music I was into and I said that I liked indie and alternative stuff stuff. Then Holly came out with saying that she did too and that her favourite band was The Pearls and I thought, “Fucking great,” but said nothing. So yeah, suddenly I was sitting in the middle of all these like crazy girls, all looking at me now and then as though I was supposed to head up some conversation and that it was weird that I wasn’t or something but I just couldn’t be bothered. For some reason though I didn’t feel as awkward as I probably should’ve been feeling. Maybe it was the alcohol, I dunno. But actually, yeah now that I think about it I reckon the fact that I’d actually made it to the table at all was enough for me for the time being and I was just sitting there satisfied that I’d like done it and that. I did wanna talk to Holly though. And I remember trying to think of all the things I could say to her: Like, “Are you okay?” and “Which college do you go to?” and “Do you usually come out in Bracksea?” and, “I haven’t seen you in here before,” were coming to mind but then I was thinking that I didn’t wanna get into any of that stuff. And also as I said things in my head everything was sounding nothing but lame so actually, yeah, I think for ages the only thing I did say to Holly was that I just smiled and said, “All right?” and she looked shy which made me feel good actually and more relaxed. After a while though one of her mates (not Jo, another one) said, “Why don’t you say something to Holly?” which was well annoying. Just ‘cause I wasn’t all going at it with her and that (I remember thinking, yeah see how you’d cope in this situation). But I just said, “Sorry I’m a bit pissed,” and they all laughed, including Holly this time. The girl then said, “Don’t worry, Holly is too.” And then they all like burst out into this noise of laughter again.
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