Just your Wingman

The Stalker

I hate when you let something go because you loved them and it never comes back. Then you realize, it never wanted you and it was never yours. Well, let me just tell you my story. The tragic love story of my life. No, I'm not talking Romeo and Juliet. I'm talking typical, boy doesn't like me back.

First, let me explain to you something. I'm not what you call perfect. I'm not even what you call average. I get horrible grades I'm not even athletic, and to make it clear. I'm not good at anything. I've honestly tried everything, yet I'm not good at anything.

Second, I'm not what you can a pretty face. I'm what you call an average. No matter what, my hair will always be a messy black haired mess. My eyes, well....they're chinky. I'm what you call skinny. I mean to skinny, I had surgery in my stomach because of my fast digestive system. I have a small hole in my stomach. Did I mention I have a heart condition? I grew up with a weak heart, any stress will waver it. Yeah, I'm not what you call healthy.

People say love is like falling asleep, slowly and then all at once. Well, I think its like falling off a cliff. You pretend your not hurt, but sooner or later you will have to accept it or you will die. This is how my love felt.

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"Ugh, I'm so excited for my volleyball tryouts!" My friend Charlotte yelled in excite. She jumped in the air, her blonde long hair flew into the air. We both walked down the halls to our next class. "You're so jumpy. I'm sure you'll make the team. You're the best at everything." I said rolling my blue fierce eyes.

She looked at me and rolled her blue crystal eyes, "That's not true Wendy. I'm bad at a lot of things." I scoffed, "Well, let's see. Your good at sports, academics, art cooking, puzzles, looks!"

Charlotte was going to say something back but then she stopped, "Oh...yeah. Well your good at a lot of stuff too!" I raised an eyebrow at her, "Name one." Charlotte thought for a second, "Well, you're good at...no.. Well You're pretty good...no...How about...no." I chuckled at her, "Nice try."

Charlotte the exclaimed, "Your good at sleeping! Ha! Got you sleeping beauty!" I smiled, "Yeah, but without the beauty." I flipped my black hair pretending to be beautiful. Charlotte laughed, "You're so weird!"

We both laughed as we walked to class. I turned around to look for my other friends. They usually get out the same time Charlotte and I do from class. Suddenly I saw something hide behind the lockers as I turned around.

"Hm?" I stopped in curiosity. "Come on Wen. Class starts in five minutes." Charlotte said in front of Wendy. "I'll catch up, go on with out me Char." I said going over to the lockers. Charlotte walked to class while I approached the lockers.

I looked behind the locker and said casually, "Boo." The person jumped in fright. It was a boy about my age. "Who are you?" I asked in curiosity. The boy had raven black hair. His green eyes filled with fright. He stuttered, "Well, uh...well I...I um..." I smirked, "You okay? You seem weird. Were you just looking at my friend and I?"

The boy jumped in fright. He started fidgeting. Wendy smirked, "This is the third one this month. Okay dude, Charlotte is not looking for a guy, blah blah blah. If you touch her I'll kill you, blah blah blah. Just the usual speech I give to Charlotte's stalkers."

The boy stopped fidgeting. He rubbed his arm shyly. He looked down to the floor, his eyes at a gaze. He seemed to be thinking hard of something. He smiled softly, "Of course I wouldn't make a move on her. How would I? She's the most kindest, most caring girl in school. I'd never have a chance." He blushed at the floor. I stood their stunned. He wasn't like the rest. The look on his face, the way he moved. He didn't like her because of her looks. He had another thing, the other guys that wanted Charlotte didn't had. "No way ...pure love..." I said astonished.

I bursted out in laughter, "Hahahah I can't take it!! Hahahaha oh my gosh!! Your so pure hahahaha!!" I couldn't stop laughing. He looked so serious as he said those words it made me laugh. I held myself together. I held in my laughter and said, "Whatever kid, she's an independent spirit. I've known that since kindergarten. Good luck with that." I walked away holding in my laughter.

As I got to class the bell rung. I sat at my desk next to Charlotte. "What was that?! You could have been late!" Charlotte whispered to me. I smirked, "I was having my usual talk with your stalkers about not to touch you." Charlotte laid back in her chair and sighed, "Ugh, I just want to be independent. I'm only fifteen. I don't need anyone right now."

I stiffled a laugh, "No but this guy is different. He had the eyes of...of...of love." I burst into laughter. The teacher tapped on her desk, "Ms.Castro. Will you please stop your nonsense? You're suppose to be reading your textbook." I stiffled my laugh, "Yes Ms.Karol. "

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Charlotte and I sat at our lunch table. "What do you got?" I asked her. "A cheese stick, an apple, and a sandwich." I held up my fruit snacks, "I'll trade this for your sandwich!" We traded our food.

"I'll trade you my cookie for your juice box!" Mayla said."Nah, I hate school lunch." I said. Mayla shrugged, "Your loss." Mayla's black and red hair got into her pizza. Her red ends of her hair touched her pizza making it messy. "Ugh! I hate my long hair!" Mayla said in anger.

"Yo, Char! Wen!" Suddenly, a girl with glasses and straight black hair approached us. Her red head band made her seem cute. "Tess! Over here!" Wendy said waving for her.

The girl sat with them. "Dude, I hate school lunch. They always have moist pizza." Mayla complained. "Yay! Everyone is almost here! Where's Matt?" Tess asked.

Right as she said that a boy with brown messy hair and green eyes walked into the cafeteria. His hair was covered in dust and his clothes had dust and dirt all over them. "I may have exploded my chemistry homework..." He said as he walked over to us. "Matt... Your always so clumsy." Tess said in disappointment.

She took a napkin and wiped his face of dirt. I smirked, "You guys look close..." Charlotte and Mayla both eyed each other. "It's not like that!!" Tess said getting red. Matt simply rolled his eyes. We all laughed at Tess' red face.

I laughed so hard. Then I noticed something at the corner of my eye. A boy at another table eyed Charlotte. He smiled softly as he looked at her. He seemed to enjoy the view of her. "Him..." I said looking at the boy. It was the same kid from last time.