Hiding Moon

Part 6

"Competitive Match"

Clyde's POV

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I sat across from Sheilah, trying to concentrate on the chessboard. She was winning, again. It felt annoying.

"Checkmate," she said, looking too happy.

I shook her hand, but I didn't mean it. She always wins, and it's frustrating.

As we packed up, I felt mad. Sheilah's too good at this game, and Kyle's always cheering her on. It's like they're a team or something.

Leaving the club, I couldn't help but say something mean to Sheilah. I felt bad when she looked sad, but I didn't apologize.

Walking down the hall, I couldn't shake off the weird feeling. Maybe there's more to Sheilah than I thought, but for now, I'll just focus on getting better at chess.

Later, I saw Sheilah helping another student with their homework. She looked happy, and it made me wonder if there's more to her than just winning at chess. Maybe she's not so bad after all.

I made a mental note to try to be nicer to her in the future. After all, everyone deserves a chance, right?

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The next day, during lunch break, I found myself sitting alone in the cafeteria. Sheilah and Kyle were at a nearby table, chatting and laughing together. They looked so comfortable in each other's company, and for some reason, it bothered me.

Feeling a twinge of jealousy, I shook my head, trying to push away the negative thoughts. Sheilah and Kyle were more than just friends; maybe a couple?. It wasn't fair for me to feel envious, but I couldn't help it.

As the days went by, I found myself drawn to Sheilah's warmth and kindness, despite my initial reservations. She always had a smile for everyone, even when they didn't deserve it. It made me wonder if maybe there was more to her than met the eye.

One afternoon, after class, I approached Sheilah tentatively, my heart pounding in my chest. "Hey, Sheilah, do you... uh... wanna hang out sometime?" I asked, feeling awkward and unsure.

To my disappointment, Sheilah's face fell slightly, her expression apologetic. "Sorry, Clyde, I have plans with my boyfriend," she replied softly.

I felt a pang of disappointment at her words, but I tried to hide it behind a forced smile. "I don't care, I wasn't talking to you anyway."  I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

As we parted ways, a sense of rejection washed over me, but I tried to push it aside. Sheilah had her own life, her own priorities, and I couldn't expect her to drop everything for me. And as I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for us to become friends in the future,like before.