Just your Wingman

Hmph!

"Why can't we do it my way?! Your way sucks!!" I yelled. "Well my way is more intelligent. Your way looks like a first grade project!" He yelled back. The waitress tried to calm us down but we kept yelling at each other.

"How about you settle it outside, ma'am, sir." She said nervously. I took in a deep breath, "Let's just work on the project." I wondered why I haven't fainted by now. It looked as if I had a lot of stress but I feel energetic. As if, yelling at him was as if fun or a game. I set that aside in my head. "I'm gonna get some fresh air." I walked out on him.

I sat on one of the tables outside. It was a sunny day of August. Cars raced by as I sat quietly taking in air. Ryan came out of McMug. He sat in front of me on the other chair. He rolled out our layout we've been working on for five minutes. He took out a sticky note from his backpack and wrote a message on it.

He gave it to me. It read, "Hey, how about we combine ours together?" I smirked. I wrote back, "So now you start using your head."

"The waitress had the idea not me."

"Wow you gorilla. Couldn't think of it yourself. Come on, let's work on it."

"Whatever."

I spoke up, "Okay, how about we stop writing and start talking about our plan." Ryan looked up at me. "Oh right." So off we started talking about our plan to angle a liquid right in a bottle to not make it spill upside down.

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I walked the halls alone to the history room. Today was the day we switched seats, which I was glad of because again, I sat near Ryan. I came into class filled with hopes for a new partner in history.

All of the students were at the side of the room waiting to be seated. I only knew two or three people in the class since I've never really paid attention into who was in this class. I only new Ryan, Allison, and Mick. None of my friends were in this class anyways.

As Mr.Mack called names for seats I hoped to sit in near a window. I always loved window seat because if their ever was a fire I'd be first to be out.

"Wendy Castro and Erick Celico. You're up here near these two." He said pointing to the front desk near Allison and Mick. "Erick?" I said confused. I sat at my desk to see another person emerge from the crowd of students at the side of the classroom. I eyed raising an eyebrow.

He looked down shyly and quickly sat down. "What are you doing here?! You're in this class?! Since when?!" I whispered loudly. He rolled his eyes, "Wow, I guess I'm always invisible to you." I was shocked by his sassy tone, "Well, I guess you're not the shy guy I took you for with that attitude." We both grunted at each other then looked away from each other.

After five minutes of that class I fell asleep with my history book propped up so it looked like I was reading.

It was a windy Autumn. The wind broke the leaves off its tree....just like it did to my memories. Charlotte and I looked eight or nine. Charlotte was pushing me on the playground swing set. We talked about what we were going to be in twenty years.

"You think I'll be a good doctor?" Charlotte asked. "Probably one that did horrible operations and killed the patient!" I teased. I laughed as I swung from the swing.

Charlotte huffed at me. "Your mean! Your not my friend!" She pushed at my swing...a little to hard. The wind picked up its speed. I flew into the sky and.....

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I woke up in a daze. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked to see a pair of green eyes staring back at me. Erick. I groaned. "Five more minutes." Erick closed my history book and put it on my desk, "Okay, if you wanna miss next period that's fine with me."

I growled at him as I got up and put my stuff away. We both walked out of the class and as we parted our ways I scoffed, "You know, I really hate nonchalant people like you." He looked back at me and said, "I really don't care." I rolled my eyes, "Exactly what a nonchalant person would say." I began to walk away.

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It was another day at McMug for our endless suffering of working together. Ryan and I sat at our table outside making our bottle that would be able to hold liquid upside down at the right angle.

"Let's put colors on it!" I said excitedly. Ryan sighed, "That's what I'm talking about with the first grade work." I growled at him. "Okay, okay I'll stop." He said annoyed.

After the thirty minutes we worked on he said, "Hey, I have to go. I have basketball practice today." I scoffed, "The same old Ryan. Everything to you is basketball. Ever since third grade." Ryan messed with my hair. "Awww. You sad you can't hang with me no more."

I slapped his hand, "You
wish." Ryan got all his stuff to leave, "So tomorrow we'll be working for an hour right?" I nodded, "Ugh, can't wait for this project to be over." Ryan rolled his eyes, "Ditto."

I packed my things to leave too, "I'll pay this time for the drinks. You paid last time." Ryan interfered, "No no no. I'm the guy. I'm not letting a girl pay." I looked offended, "Are you trying to be sexist?" Ryan insisted "No, it's called being a gentleman."

I took out my wallet but he slapped my hand. Then he took out his wallet. We both eyed each other. Then we started having a hand fight in who should pay. We both slapped each others' hands and grabbed one another's wrists.
He then grabbed my wallet and blocked me, like in basketball. "Give it back!" I yelled. Then he took a step back which knocked me off my feet.

"Ryan!" I shouted as I tripped over my feet and fell. "Wendy!" He shouted in alert. He tried to grab my hand to stop me from falling but it was too late.

Hmph!

"Hmph? I was expecting a Bam or am Ouch!" I thought to myself.