Just your Wingman

Over You, I Think

I walked home with Charlotte. She didn't have volleyball today. She didn't have basketball today. She didn't have anything today. Just me and her.

I hated it.

As we walked I waited impatiently for her to tell me about her and Erick and the confession. She said nothing.

All she talked about though was her classes and what happened. I was getting irritated and impatient.

Suddenly the word slid out of my mouth, "So when are you going to tell me about when you told Erick you liked him?"

Charlotte stopped in her steps, "You know?" She looked at me in confusion.

That made me even more angry. She seemed sad that I knew. I held in my anger but a little slipped "Well duh, We're best friends. You didn't think I'd find out? Or are we really best friends?" I questioned. Shoot. That wasn't suppose to slip. You idiot Wendy.

Charlotte looked at me emotionless, "You don't want to be best friends anymore?"

Now I was really angry, "Charlotte! You've been keeping things from me! Yesterday you said best friends don't keep secrets! So why are you keeping it away from me!?"

"I-I....I'm sorry! I thought you'd be mad or something or not tell me to do it if I told you!" She said in concern. "I thought we were good! We had such a great day yesterday when we made up!"

" Even if I would have got mad I still would have told you to do it! I care for your happiness! How do you not understand that? You keep everything from me thinking I wouldn't find out." I fired. "You've liked Erick since that day he saved you from a flying bread roll in the cafeteria. Erick told you he liked you two weeks ago. You told him you liked him today. You've also been texting each other for hours everyday. You thought I couldn't figure all this out?" I said.

"How... How do you know this stuff?" She stuttered.

I smirked, "I didn't, but now I do." I've outsmarted her to admit it. How easy. She may be a straight A student but she's dense. I may have C's in all my classes but I'm pretty clever.

Charlotte's eyebrows arched. "So what if I kept those from you?"

My heart stung. Did she just question why it's not okay to keep secrets from her best friend. What even?! I gripped my fist. My heart started to beat faster in anger.

"Wendy Castro! That's your whole name isn't it?! Well I'm not Charlotte Castro and you don't own me! I'm Charlotte! My own person! I don't have to tell you every single thing I do!" She yelled. Her face was turning red. Quickly she covered her mouth and realized what she just said to me.

"Wendy...I... I..."

I realize that was just blurted out from her mind. That meant that's how she really felt about me. "Okay. Fine. Just don't tell me anything anymore okay?"

"Wendy..." She softly said.

"No it's fine. We can just live our peaceful walks not knowing what the other has done. Is that what a friend is?" I fired.

"Hypocrite." She quickly said.

"What?"

"You're a hypocrite." She gritted her teeth. "You say best friends should tell each other everything. So why didn't you tell me when Ryan picked you up in an alleyway?"

"Oh so now you want to hear about stories when I showed my archenemy weakness! I cried in front of him! It was embarrassing. I didn't want anyone knowing that!" I yelled.