Anxiety.

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I slowly got dressed, dreading the conversation. One of my biggest fears became true, I was going to sit there as Matthew wanted nothing to do with me. My stomach began to turn, I felt sick. Only because I knew, I wasn't good enough.
I got a long sleeve white shirt on followed by grey sweats. Getting ready to walk out the door, I took a deep breath and looked around the room for my phone. "Oh, that's right. Cam has it." I whispered confused on how I remembered that.
Opening the door, I quietly walked out to the hallway, following it to the kitchen.
"And there she is.." Taylor said, clapping his hands sarcastically.
I placed my hands tightly in my pockets, I could feel my knuckles turning white.
Nash then stood up.
"Hey! Give her a break. It wasn't just her!" Nash said, pointing me to a seat next to him.
At those very words, It became clear that this upcoming conversation wasn't going to be good.

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