The Wingwoman

Rest of the Day

After all of my thinking and regretting of going to a public High School, I threw away my trash and put my tray on top and sat back at me table with Martin, and that was it. Because most of my other friends turned out to be popular, and left.

"How's Miss Geek-iverse doing?"

Well not all of my friends were popular now. Al here, who was in the Vice President of student council. Of course. Martin was the President. I would be myself, but of course I can't go against my friends in a campaign so I'm Secretary.

"Sorry I can't hear you over being the queen of the geek-iverse. Bow down to me pheasant!"

Al chuckled and sat inbetween Martin and I. Al spoke in some Tagalog and French. But he could never understand me when I talk fast in English. And sometimes we call Al.

"BIG AL"

We just do. It was Martin's idea since Kayla is a fan of this thing called Vocaloid. I'm not allowed to be a fan of anything. And I choose not to be a fan of anything.

The school bell rang and I walked to my Social Studies class.

But first I stopped by my locker to get my notebook and my text book. THEN I walked to Social Studies. Then of course, the people in the hallways had to make fun of me.

"You always hang out with guys, are you lesbian or something?"

Ignore.

"Mrs. Brainiac is going to her realm and rule the universe with her so-called intelligence!"

Ignore.

"If I were you, I'd go kill myself."

Ignore.

"Oh is she ignoring us? Probably she's messing with that HUGE mind of hers. Soon her mind will outgrow earth!"

Ignore.

"How about you look at me in the eye, Ruler of the Geek-Iverse."

Ignore.

I walked into social studies class and put my textbook in my right hand corner and pulled out my notebook and pencil and began to take notes about what the teacher was talking about in the Battle of Gettysburg.

I put every single word that escaped out of my teacher's mouth into my notebook. Since we were having a test tomorrow and these are the times that my mom and dad really check my not pols. Usually they would check how much pages. Days like this, they count every single word.

So after social studies I walked out of the classroom with my books but both got snatched away from me. It was a girl in a cheer uniform with blonde hair tied into a high ponytail with a bow clip in her hair wearing her cheer uniform to school.

"Hey! Give it back!"

"Awe your so cute when you try!"

I knew her name. I tried to snatch my books back but she only kept moving it back and forth everywhere. It wasn't clever. But then again, I wasn't able to reach it.

"Stacy give it back! There's a test tomorrow!"

"Exactly. So I could ruin your reputation of straight As. I'm only doing you a favor. By getting some nerd off your shoulder."

Stacy laughed and stuck her tongue out while I still tried to reach for my books back and forth. But she did her same maneuver.

"You don't understand!"

I cringed at the thought of my parents being mad when I had a social studies test today and I didn't bring home any of the books I need for studying. And even worse. My notes! They're going to be really mad at me if they don't see!

"Hey! Let go of her books! They're my friends!"

I looked at who said that behind me. It was Martin. Oh thank God.

"Oh. Hey there."

Stacy said and walked over to Martin slowly and grabbed the collar of his polo shirt. Martin forced back a smile and put of a serious face.

"G-give back my friend's books."

"For a kiss."

Wait, seriously? I know that Martin was going to do it. He loved cheerleaders just as much as calculus. And he loved nothing more than. That class.

"Well, okay."

I nearly laughed but covered my mouth preventing me from laughing.

Stacy leaned closer to kiss him. But then she soon let go of his collar and ran off with, my books. Shoot.

"Hey! What about the kiss- I mean, Abigail's books!"

I sighed and sat on the floor.

"Hey what's wrong? Was it your books?"

I nodded slowly and clenched my hands into fists.

"I need my books back. You know how strict my parents are."

"Yeah. If you want you can take my notes home. And my textbook."

Martin reached inside his book bag and it out an orange college-ruled notebook and a social studies textbook.

Slowly my small fingers took it.

"But, what about your grades?"

"It's okay. Geeks stick up for each other against popular girls and strict parents."

I smiled at Martin and got up while the second bell rang which meant study hall. So I grabbed Martin's books in my hand as Al joined us.

"So? What class for study hall?"

"Social studies."

I said. Wait. If it was study hall, then I could just get another one of my notebooks and rewrite Martin's notes! But then again, I can't do so many notes in so little time. So I sighed and entered the library with Al and Martin.

We at in our seats behind the sci-fi book shelves and I started to flip through the textbook's pages studying the important parts I may or may not need for the test. So I studied the whole chapter anyways.

I finished before study hall period ended and I got to go home. An early dismissal. It was probably because the principal was sick or something. Because the last time we had an early dismissal on a Monday, was because the principal had the stomach flu. So I rushed out of the school and walked home avoiding the popular kids and went home.