I Hold On So Nervously Novels & Stories

he said and suddenly picked me up from the sofa. “Huh?! Wait, I have a wound, I might not be allowed to get it wet!” “Huh, who said that, I will shoot him straight!” “Wahhhh! Kalix, wait, you’re crazy!” NERVOUS. Yes, I’m very nervous while standing in front of the dean’s office, playing with the strap of my bra while waiting for them to open it, they said earlier to just wait.

I’m too aware of Josen sitting a few seats away, too aware of the smug stillness in his expression, like he already knows something the rest of us don’t. I force myself to listen as Elder Hurin goes on and on about how the patrols caught another rogue trying to sneak through the northern ridge. People murmur, others give their opinions, and I try to focus, but my patience thins every second. I feel like something bad is about to happen, something I can’t stop, and the anticipation sits heavy in my stomach. I grip the table edge and breathe slowly through my nose, hoping to ground myself, but my pulse just keeps picking up without warning. Then Josen stands.

Her laughter, punctuating a lively exchange with her friends, was light and melodic, yet it carried the sharp, rehearsed quality of someone who knew exactly how she was being perceived. The atmosphere shifted abruptly, the air growing heavy and static. A shadow fell across the table, fracturing the light. Hannah stood there, backed by her loyal but visibly anxious friend, Gloria. Hannah’s face was a study in controlled agitation; her jaw was set, and her knuckles were white where she gripped the strap of her bag.

My hands are fidgeting and I dig them in my pocket to hide just how nervous I am. I hope Terra says "Yes." ^^^^^^^

Cornelia It has been 3 months, 19 days, 6 hours and 15 minutes since Matty left me forever. Every second seems too long now..... I can see the raindrops falling on the train window and I can see the greenery outside. The train is moving at more than 100 km/hr, yet everything seems so stationary. It feels like everything has come to a standstill, not moving no matter what I do. If it were up to me I would skip the next 10 years of my life in a blink. I know that even those would nearly not be enough to forget Matty, but atleast it won't hurt this much.

Suddenly, I’m so nervous that my body is shaking. Julian stops caressing my thigh, his grip becoming firmer, as nervous as I am. “Are you ready for what an Adams engagement means?”

“Hi... it's me, Ronan.” I said as soon as the call connected. I didn't mean for my voice to sound so shaky, but my nerves were getting the best of me right then. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, like it wanted to jump out. I'd waited so long for this moment, dialing his number with fingers that trembled a little. The phone felt heavy against my ear, and I could hear the faint ring cutting off into silence. Now what? What if he hung up right away? Or worse, what if he didn't remember me at all? But no, that couldn't happen, right? Not after everything that had happened between the both of us.

You can do this, I try to reassure myself. 'Are you getting cold feet sweets?' 'I-I'm just nervous is all.' I felt my palms become sweaty what is wrong with me all of the sudden just seconds ago I was ecstatic but now I'm nervous as hell. 'It's okay Izzy, it's perfectly normal for you to be nervous now everything is going to be okay, push those ugly thoughts away and think about the hunk of a man waiting for you.' I let out the breath of air I did not realize I was holding.

"Are you in pain?" "I'm fine." I chuckled nervously. "Wonderful, actually. That was amazing." He nudged my jaw with his nose. "You are nervous about something." "Yeah . . ." I distracted myself by combing my fingers through his thick black locks. "I've just been holding something back for a little while." His eyes turned flinty. "What is it?" I felt like my head might pop off from all the nerves and pressure in my skull. My breathing turned raspy.

Trick To say I'm nervous is an understatement. No matter if I've done something wrong or not, knowing I have to explain myself to what amounts to a group of judgmental assholes is never a fun thing to do. My foot taps uncontrollably on the floor, and I pull my phone out of my pocket, gazing at the picture me, Hadley, and Riley took on Halloween. It's the only thing that calms me down some days, and I feel like I have a fucking target on my back, especially at places like this.