"Rose, I think you're overthinking this. You'd do great as—"
"Don't tell an overthinker not to overthink."
"You were literally whining on the drive here. You thought I wouldn't make any comments?"
Ambrose pouted, arms folded as he looked out of the car's window. They'd just left the PTA meeting—after being told they'll be updated on the board's decision about Ambrose's idea.
Only one teensy problem with that.
He loathed the idea of leading any school-related activities. Scratch that… he loathed the idea of being in charge of anyone at all.
Too much responsibility.
Yet he wasn't able to let the parents or teachers know that, especially after they gave him a heartwarming round of applause.
"Ugh." He groaned. "I guess… I guess this is all for Orion anyway. I'm glad I was able to stop the teachers and parents from looking at us like trouble incarnate."
