I can't talk

The next day, before class; I tried speaking with Oscar and Hugo but the right words eluded me, just like every other day. I was dumbfounded, blabbing and altering all rational senses.

Hell yeah! It’s definitely hard communicating with those two. Besides, if the group isn’t working then suck it! I don’t give a shit anymore! That was quite easy to think.

As the end of class bell rang, Miss Tania concluded, “ have a pleasant weekend all of you. And remember.” She dropped the book on her table reflectively, “remember to give positive updates of your group study. No excuses.”

I could tell, the last phrase was directed to me. Now, that was the problem! It was no secret that I headed a failed group. I knew shouldn’t be pessimistic but there was no hope of getting the group together. We were close to the end of the semester and I couldn’t even talk with my group members, let alone get them to study.