Chapter 116. Social Anxiety (1)

I hate getting together with people.

I’m so bad at talking to new people, and when I’m with people I don’t know well, I always say the wrong thing.

It’s not a big deal in crowded frat houses or dark bars, but at a school party, it’s killing me. I really thought about making up some lame reason why I couldn’t go, since I always make a fool of myself. I’m too shy to talk to anyone, and if someone does try to talk to me, they leave looking like they wish they hadn’t.

I wish I could have something to drink.

I look around the small event room that we’ve booked in the historical society’s wing. There are high ceilings and a fireplace, and in the middle is a long table with finger foods. Chairs are spread around the edges, and I run my hands down the front of my simple black dress. It has short sleeves, a freely hanging longer skirt, and a tie at the hip. It’s the most professional thing I brought with me.

I can see that my friends can easily move around the r