|Tuesday early evening in the cafeteria
||[Aug. 21st, 2005|09:21 am]
Camp Slash - rpg
It's been a long day today and lots of work. I haven't had a chance to talk to anyone today.|
When I woke up early this morning, Drew was still sleeping, but I had to go to work. I'm hoping I'll see him here or then later in my room, our room. Of course I'll see him there, it's his room now too.
I order a big slice of pizza and a huge glass of soda. The cafeteria ladies put an apple and a banana on my tray too before I walk into a booth.
It's far from breakfast but I saunter back to join Greg with a piping hot cup of English Breakfast tea.
"Ah...that's better. Nothing like a cup of tea to relax you." I take a small sip, it's still steaming and I sound quite the fool speaking with a burned tongue.
I smile at Rachel.
"I was just thinking how right you are. I'm sure I will go to tutoring lessons and I will try to let people help me more," I blush. It's just not easy sometimes...I feel quilty taking money if someone else does my job," I whisper.
I look at him over the rim of my teacup and nod slightly. "I can understand how you'd feel that way...but they're your friends. They're not doing the job for you, they're helping you so you can be more efficient." I put my tea down and take his hand again.
"They don't ask to be paid Greg, and it's not out of sympathy. They know we're understaffed as well. All the campers can see it. They just want to help you so you can have some free time and be ... 'hanging round' with them in your spare time."
He nods and stares back down at his food. "It'll all be okay...and go to the tutoring sessions. Just because you work here doesn't mean you can't study and learn here as well. I'll let Scarlett know that you'll come. Okay?"
Scarlett? Oh right, she's the tutor.
"Oh yes...are you sure, she wants me there?" I ask carefully.
Rachel doesn't know about the whole Keanu-Scarlett-me triangle. It's in the past, but I'm not sure how Scarlett feels about me. She might hate me or feel sorry for me or think I'm being ridicilous or something. I'm a bit scared of meeting her.
I can actually feel the confusion arriving on my face.
"Why wouldn't she want you there?"
"Um, no nothing nevermind..." He laughs and looks down at his food again, playing with it.
Okay...that was somewhat odd. "Of course she wants you there. She's asked for my help finding some books...and well, she's quite nervous that no one is going to show up." Oh durr..I don't even know if I was supposed to keep that under my hat or not. "I'm sure she'd be thrilled if you showed up Greg."
"I hope so...I'm just not so sure about it," I smile awkwardly. "I would like very much to go to the classes...other classes too," I'm trying to change the subject, I don't want to tell Rachel about Keanu, it's so embarrassing. "My mom would love me to learn new things since I can't afford to go to college," I turn my eyes to the table.
Well, there goes the subject change, more embarrasing things about me coming up.