The WingGirl

Lealia- The Request

Slamming the locker door shut, I checked the starting time for the next class before I headed off to lunch. I was the only one left in the hallways. It may be a break between classes, but I don't want to be late for Journalism, especially on the last first day of school.

That's right- I'm a senior.

In a couple of months, we were going to write about ourselves and basically "sell" ourselves to competing colleges. Some of the essay prompts were hard, ("what matters to you?" really Stanford?) so Journalism would be the perfect class to develop and practice those skills.

"Lele!" Sigh. Guess lunch would have to wait.

I turned around and saw Jonathan, in a clean white shirt and blue crisp jeans. He always tried to pass it off like he didn't care about school and people, but it was clear that he had a soft spot. Only he never acknowledged it.

"Hey, how were your classes?" His lop-sided grin caused me to lift my cheeks just a little and give him a smile.

"Pretty okay, I have Journalism next."

"Cool, cool." An awkward silence followed. I knew him long enough to realize that he was only quiet when he had something heavy to share. After parents fighting, friends' betrayal, and even late night nightmares, Jonathan became like a brother to me, someone whom I would cherish and appreciate like family.

What if you liked him more than friends? What about dating....

I shook my head. He was not a player, but he also wasn't the purest drop of water. I had to stop myself from getting involved with him, or I would get hurt. I brought myself back to reality when I saw his lips moving.

"... need 10 by the end of the year. Can you help me with that?"

I blinked. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch it the first time. 10 what?" I said as I started walking to lunch.

"10 girls." I stopped.

"Wait, what?"

"It's not what you think," Jonathan tried to convince me, his innocent act obviously a sham. "I just need 10 girls to confess their love for me by the end of the year."

"And you need my help?"

"If it was one or two girls, I would be fine, but one every month? That's difficult, even for me. I just need tips on ways to make them fall, and fall fast."

"And leave them heartbroken?"

"I'll apologize."

Silence, we both looked at each other. Of course he would ask me when no one else was there; he was too embarrassed to be seen with me in front of his little "crew." But then I still had one more question.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why this? Why break their hearts? Why this year? Why?"

He looked nervous as he answered, "I made a bet yesterday..."

Of course. It was all a game to him. I shook my head.

"Jonathan, you shouldn't do this. Playing girls just to prove a bet? That's low, even for you."

"But that's why I need you! You're the only one I trust to break the trust of others. Believe me, I won't aim for the good girls, just the easy ones, like Grace."

He knew how I had hated Grace ever since middle school. She poured glue on my hair and I had to deal with a pixie cut for three years. Jonathan was the one who poured soured milk in her bag as revenge.

He played the Grace card. Well thought out Jonathan.

I sighed. "This is a terrible idea and I don't endorse it in anyway, but you won't change, will you." It came out as a statement instead of a question. "Fine, but only the girls I say."

Jonathan's smile grew. "Yes! I knew I could count on you. Time to show those guys, especially Tim, who's boss. You're a great friend Lele." He engulfed me in a bear hug, and the only thing I could think about was

Oh dear; what did I agreed to?