The Wingwoman

The Wingwoman's Weakness

I was walking through the hallways of the classroom, unsure of what to do at this rate. My books, and my notes, and I was not at all sure why Martin would sacrifice his whole textbook and blushed, thinking about how...

No...I don't have time for those phony things. Sure, I take an interest in romance novels, Shakespeare, you know, to improve my English. Be able to write essays fluently, so not much changes will be made. As I said, I judge everything, as if it was my second nature. So with being judge mental, comes without love. If all possible ways, I would like to keep it that way.

It was after school. There was the basketball team having their practice in the gym, and the chess club was meeting in the library. I grabbed the things from my locker and stuffed them in my backpack, with force yet being careful as I walked out of the school hallways and into the library, where the chess boards were already set. Martin was sitting there with a chess set waiting in front of him.

He glanced at me and waved as I waved back, sitting in the chair in front of him with white pieces as I set my backpack right next to me on the side.

"Make your move. You're white, after all," Martin said as I nodded, picking up my pawn standing in front of my bishop, making a way for my queen to move diagonal.

"Kinda racist," I admitted as Martin mirrored my move, doing the same thing with the opposite side. "Of course, maybe it was designed to be that way. Either designed to be shown as the light side and the dark side, or the black and white people with the white people having privileges," I told him as he yawned, moving his piece, mirroring off of me.

"I don't know, queen of chess, but you seem to be a bit out of context today," he said as I noticed that he moved his bishop, being close to my king, with his bishop in a certain position where my queen cannot get him.

"Checkmate."

"Wh-What?" I asked, clearly dazed at what just happened, and felt like the dumbest person alive. I was never in this part, and there was no way to defend myself. I sighed, shaking my head too many times to even count, since I felt dizzy once I did.

"I'm stupid," I muttered and put my hands on my head with my elbows resting on the table as I looked at the white chess pieces, as the black queen was in the place of my king.

"You're head has been in the clouds lately, and was it what happened with Stacy?" Martin asked as I shook my head, clearly denying it. It had to do something with what happened with Stacy, that would be the only major thing that happened differently with me would be what had just happened. Everything else, seemed to be normal.

"You don't look so well. Your face is red," he said as I was shocked. I did not feel any symptoms for sickness, so it could only mean one thing if my face was red...

...I was probably flustered and blushing.

"I guess...I do..," I said as Martin sighed, nodding in agreement. I only said that, because I needed some time to think, about what just happened and get more time to think about it without chess club in the way, maybe I would have some time not having to do with homework, and some me time.

Though, would my parents be mad if I skipped chess?

I sighed, agreeing with Martin as he stood up and patted my back. "I'll drive you there, you don't look so well to walk home," Martin admitted as I nodded, my stomach churning, as if there was something there as I clutched into my stomach, and got my things, as we both walked through the hallways, and onto the school's parking.

Thank God that Martin parked under shade, so I would not have to worry about that part and my butt blazing. He opened the trunk with his keys as I put my bag in the trunk and sat at the front seat, as Martin started to drive once he put on his seatbelt and turned on the radio to that classical music he knows that I listen to.

I continued to clutch onto my stomach as I looked or the window, and saw my reflection in the mirror. My face was, red. There has to be no way..

...no, it is the only reason...

I am smart enough to know that there is an obstacle in my studies, which is Martin. Martin, is what is distracting me. Before, he was my kind and helping friend, and I appreciate him for that.

But now he's somewhat more than that in what I think in my mind...

I like Martin Williams, and I would be really afraid of admitting it. If I did, what will the world think of me? People just think of me, as who I am, an emotionless nerd and knowledge freak. Everyone I know does not know about the emotions I have.

This may sound stupid, but I might not even know myself very well. The world is, just full of mysterious things that are sometimes the haunted puzzles meant to be unsolved, or saved for another time to figure out.

"So you're deaf too?! I've been calling your name for the past minute! You're already home!" Martin exclaimed as he strikes at me with that charming smile of his. My eyes were popped open as I saw him in front of the driveway, ready to drop me off.

I took a deep breath and nodded, getting out of the car as he opened the trunk and I got my backpack out, snapping it shut loudly as I walked onto the porch.

"Thank you," I said to Martin as he waved and I waved back and he drove away from my house. I had to sit a little bit on the porch, to get my thoughts straight so that I would be able to actually focus.

The feeling of my stomach churning is what people refer to as butterflies in my stomach. I am red faced because of all the blood rushing to my face and my heart pumping fast.

It began to slow down, when Martin was in my sight. My parents, told me no boyfriends till college. You know, they are probably right. I am going to keep it that way, no matter what. High school is a burden, but when I go to college I won't have anyone to push me to the limits.

What is really the purpose for me to live? What is the world through other people's eyes? I have so many questions now, that I cannot answer. It's killing me slowly, and I understand none of it.