A. C. Meyer

Under Pressure


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she was not beautiful like the cheerleaders of alpha, beta and gamma, or whatever the sisterhood was called. She was never popular either, although she always wanted to know how that kind of girl felt when she was admired by everyone. She was just an ordinary girl, a good student who, despite doing ballet, was never part of the group of students who excelled in something in particular. So obviously, a beautiful guy like Ryan McKenna was someone unattainable to her. Dreaming about having anything close to a relationship with him was like imagining that she could be Zac Efron's girlfriend. That is, impossible. Ryan was the type of guy who dated girls like the ones in the café: beautiful, popular, charming, with generous curves on their bodies, who wore trendy clothes and lots of makeup. Not a skinny little girl like her, who wore faded jeans and a band T-shirt.

      "Ah, but he abuses his right to be a handsome guy... - May sighed, taking her friend out of her daydreams.

      "Um ... who?" - She asked, shaking her head, trying to focus on what her friend was saying.

      "Cat-Ry " - May replied and smiled at her. - "That was the best welcoming committee and on the first day of school!"

      "True." - Mandy smiled and, looking away from her friend, saw Sean waving in his direction. She returned the greeting and followed him, accompanied by May.

      Sean and Mandy were very close. They met in kindergarten and grew up together. I used to trust Sean as if he were his older brother, until things started to get a little awkward during the last semester of high school. She shuddered just to remember the day when he cornered her in a corner, at the house of one of her schoolmates, where a party was taking place - one of the first that she went to, since she didn't usually socialize much. Holding her wrists more firmly than would be appropriate, Sean tried to kiss her, said that he liked her and that they should date. His impetuous - almost aggressive - behavior scared her. She had never thought of him that way and, in fact, she had not yet awakened to relationships with boys. She was a shy, inexperienced girl and didn't feel ready to be involved with anyone, not even the one she considered her best friend.

      Sean's firm hands on her wrist, his hot, beer-smelling breath against hers, turned his stomach. Despite the boy's insistence on stealing a kiss, she managed to escape his grip and was very strict when she said she didn't want to date him. Afraid of losing his friendship - even though his behavior scared her a lot - Mandy explained that she didn't want to be involved with anyone. For a few days, he distanced himself from her, but shortly after, he seemed to accept her position. Mandy, on the one hand, was relieved to have managed to do damage control, but since then, she had lost some of the security she felt beside him - especially when she felt his eyes watching her with a mischevious expression.

      "Hi girls! What's up, May, how's Betti doing?" - Sean asked for the cart, using the nickname May had given the old Subaru, in honor of Betty Boop, claiming that his car was vintage and cute.

      "It's great! You and Yoshi were wonderful!" - she replied and hugged him. Sean smiled and turned to Mandy, looking a little shy.

      "And you? How are you? All right?" - He asked and pulled her into a hug, which made her a little tense. Sean's touch felt friendly, causing a familiar sense of guilt to envelop her. Taking the worry out of her head, she smiled and struggled to feel happy to see her friend.

      "Everything is great. What's your next class?" - Asked, trying to break the ice and maintain the atmosphere of friendship that they always had, until that day.

      "Biology And you?"

      "Literature. May?"

      "History" - the friend replied, making a face of disgust. The history teacher, Miss. Mary Ellen, was reputed to be extremely demanding. They heard about it when they still were in their hometown. In the first two years, college students were taking basic subjects, such as literature, social sciences, history, art, among others. According to a freshman welcome manual, this was a way for students to gain general knowledge on a range of subjects, before focusing on a specific field of study. In general, from the third year onwards, they should choose the qualification they intended to complete their bachelor's degree. If the student opted for courses such as medicine, veterinary, dentistry or law, the duration would be a little longer than the other courses, because when completing the bachelor's degree, they would still need to take three more years of specific subjects of the profession they chose.

      "Damn" - Sean and May spoke at the same time and laughed.

      Mandy looked away, distracted from the conversation while watching the movement of people towards the big building, until May took her out of her thoughts, warning that the class was just around the corner. The three went to the entrance, looking for their respective classrooms, and said goodbye right there at the entrance, each heading towards their class.

      Mandy took the bullet journal from the backpack and searched the class grid that was printed and pasted on one of the pages of the hardcover notebook for the number of the literature room. Disconnected from what was happening around her, she walked towards the room, her attention focused on her backpack while she kept the bullet journal. Before she had a chance to look up, the girl went against a wall and almost fell sitting, being prevented by two warm, firm hands that held her, but her backpack was not so lucky and fell to the floor. Looking up, Mandy felt her face heat up and turn red.

      Oh, dammit. With the number of students at Brown, did I have to trip over Ryan McKenna right away?

      "Ehr ... um ... So-Sorry” - she said, realizing she was stuttering like a fool. She was embarrassed. In addition to being completely clumsy, she was even stuttering as if she had no ability to articulate words.

      "Are you alright? Forgive me, I was distracted" - Ryan spoke in a soft voice, looking into her eyes. Mandy had never been so close to him as in that moment - in fact, she had never been so close to any boy - and she could see every detail of his lovely blue eyes. His face was clean-shaven, making her feel a strange desire to raise her hand and feel if the skin of his face was as smooth as it looked. She stared at him for a few seconds, almost mesmerized. He was even more beautiful than she remembered.

      Stop it, you silly! Where in the world one would behave like you, standing in the middle of the corridor, drooling over the hottest guy in college? She scolded herself in thoughts.

      “Mm…” Ehr ... Yes, I am. Thank you and I'm sorry again.

      Mandy managed to free herself from his arms, which still held her. The girl bent down quickly to pick up the backpack that was on the floor and, of course, was open, having spread her stuff down the hall. Annoyed by her clumsiness, she tried to put everything back in place as quickly as possible, including the bullet journal, which had fallen a little further, before he had a chance to bend down too. She closed the backpack and threw it over her shoulder, smiled awkwardly and moved on quickly, looking for her classroom.

      As she walked quickly, she noticed that some people were looking at her and laughing at her accident. She felt her face heat up even more and scolded herself again for being so clumsy. It would be terrible to be remembered as the girl who fell in front of everyone.

      When she finally found the classroom, Mandy went in and looked for a place in the back, so as not to risk being in evidence again. That was the kind of thing she tried to avoid as much as possible. The only moment when she was not allowed to feel shame or embarrassment for being highlighted, was when she was dancing. On stage, it was like it wasn't Mandy, the shy girl, but the character that she was giving life.

      Panting, the girl sat in a strategic place: beside her, the chairs were empty, which was great because it would avoid that kind of embarrassment of having to discuss things with the closest colleague, when she had no idea what to say.

      With a long sigh, she opened her backpack and took out a notebook when she noticed a shadow growing over it. Raising her eyes, once again, she came across Ryan McKenna.

      "Hi, Cinderella. You forgot your satin shoe in the hall" - he said smiling, holding one foot of her ballet shoes in his hands.

      Dammit.

      Chapter Three

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