Being The Wing Girl

Feather Three

                                                                    Feather Three

                                                                    3—Alexi—3

Thea had promised me that she’ll disclose everything about her plan at our sleepover tonight, so that June and PJ were there to pitch in too. I just nodded, but still can’t help but wonder what the surprise was.

We walked through the hallway, passing guys from the basketball team, soccer team, the band, etcetera, and they all waved hello and smiled our way. I’ve been close with these men, and for all I know, probably half of them were hitting on Thea right now. I wouldn’t exactly say with me as well, because I know they only look at me as a simple comrade. Thea kept her eyes open and alert, if she saw someone worth grabbing, if you know what I mean.

Then I saw him.

And no, it’s not Alex.

The old butterflies in my stomach that I had tried so hard to kill, and succeeded for a year (because I was in a relationship with Alex) had resurrected.  It was like they’ve come back instantly; their wings had unfurled, and started flapping uncontrollably.

It’s sad how it just took a summer of not seeing him, the kickback from seeing my old crush again was too much to not enjoy. Especially now that I’m single.

His name’s Chace Knight (18). I’ve had a crush at him since kinder but he never really noticed me until high school, and our circle of friends have merged. Even so, we barely spoke to each other, only bumping into each other (literally), awkward eye contacts, and even more awkward hellos. Chace was gulping down at the drinking fountain, after two more seconds, he straightened up and licked his lips. His chestnut hair always looks like he got out of bed, but in a good way. You know, the messy is sexy type.

Oh God.

 I sound like some perverted stalker over here. I quickly looked away and observed the rich color of the walls as well as its texture. I’m so lame.  I noticed that we’d stopped walking when Thea fidgeted uncontrollably with her bag’s strap and staring into space.

“Umm, Thea? You okay?” I asked.

“I need to use the rest room. Touch up.” She mumbled, not looking at me but at the floor, it seems that we both enjoy ogling at flat surfaces. She started towards the lady’s room, “Are you coming?”

“I’m good.” I smiled and she took off unusually quickly, as if she didn’t want anyone to see her. A brow of mine shot up; what’s wrong with her? I don’t think she wants to shit or something. Because she said once that she was too good to do that in public places.

I moved to the wall across the rest rooms and looked down at my watch. There was still thirty minutes to kill before the assembly.

I raised my head and suddenly there was a piece of paper in front of my face. My head jerked back immediately, seriously, what the heck? My hand flew up and snatched it from whoever’s hand it was, revealing the person. Then I think I may have stopped breathing.

“I should know better than surprise you next time.” He scratches the back of his head and smiles crookedly at me.

“Well I didn’t expect a sheet of paper to be staring down at me, you know.” I said as a matter-of-a-fact-ly and tried my best not to not make a fool of myself. He doesn’t speak to me that much, so I should make the most of it. I couldn’t help but marvel why he dressed so smart and still was able to look like some evil hot guy in some famous TV series.