Happy For You

Wing Women

"Ooh, is this what I think it is?" My senses returned in time to feel a painful slap on the shoulder. Thankfully, I had swallowed my food before or else who knows what would've came out of my mouth.

Grimacing while clutching my shoulder, I cried, "Abby!" My attacker tucks a piece of black hair behind their ear and smirks one of those evil smirks. I muster up the meanest glare I knew how to make and made eye contact with their chocolate ones. "What was that for?!" I nearly scream, not limiting myself since we're at lunch break right now.

They lift one corner of their mouth, and I immediately recognize it as their infamous grin. Where they only use it to show that they had something up their sleeve and usually, it's not good. For me anyway.

"I saw how you looked at the new girl," she spilled. Oh no. I think I may have visibly displayed my horror because she quickly assured me, "No worries, I won't do anything." Except, before I could breathe, she added, "I will do everything in my power to ensure you two get married." How many steps did this girl just skip?

"W-wait- What?! You- you just met her! Now you're saying that I'm going to marry her?! We're still in high school!" I continued to protest, but it didn't take me long to realize that she wasn't paying me any attention.

"We have like, a year left of high school after this year. It's about high time you get yourself a girlfriend." Like that, she easily dismissed all my efforts to deny that I didn't find myself attracted to... to whoever that girl was.

"Whatever, I finished eating." I got up from my seat to dump trash resulted from my lunch. I pray that she will forget about this soon.

Soon doesn't come soon enough. It's the third morning in a row where a familiar black haired lady bounds up to me with their infamous grin.

"Guess what?" she inquires excitedly. I could practically see blooming flowers floating around her with a rainbow draped above her head.

I sigh before replying, "What?"

"Remember that crush of yours?" she began. I instantly groan. "I finally got-" Her name? "- Her phone number!" I whip my head so fast the world stopped for a second. WHAT. Give me.

"How?! You don't even know her name?!" I exclaim. It was too unbelievable. Even I was still in stranger zone when I had half of my classes with her. She laughs in triumph like she had the advantage over me now.

"First of all," she begins, holding up a finger, "I do in fact, know her name." At this point, my eyes were going to jump out of my sockets on their own.

"What's her name?" I demanded to know.

She smiled widely before answering, "Verona."

"How do you know this?" I asked, slightly skeptical.

"Idiot, did you forget that my mom is a teacher here?" Ah~ Right. "So I just needed to pout and whine a little, and she let me see her homeroom list-"

"Wait-wait-wait-wait! How did you find out who her homeroom teacher was?" I interrupt. Her eyes went to the ceiling, thinking.

"A... coincidence?" My best friend is a stalker, isn't she.

I was caught off guard one day during a class I had shared with Addy. Though maybe if I had thought more into how both her and her mom (my teacher) had been eyeing me I would've noticed.

After Ms. Laue assigned us our work and gave us time to complete it, I heard Abby scooting her chair over to my desk. I didn't think of it as anything out of the ordinary because we tend to do things together all the time. (To the point where people thought we were a couple.)

It was then, out of nowhere, the room was filled with music. A song was playing. My ears perk up at the sound and I look up to make eye contact with Ms. Laue smiling widely. With an additional dose of mischief. Like mother like daughter.

"This song is dedicated to our dear Page!" she announces proudly. As the class bursts into fits of giggles, I could feel my cheeks heating up. Thank god Verona isn't in this class. "Oh hello Verona!" Ms. Laue greets cheerfully. Faster than the speed of light I look over towards the opened door, and see that (An awfully familiar black haired girl was near that very door, but I didn't care because Verona was there and god-) it's a living Aphrodite. The song was paused, fortunately.

"Hello, Ms Laue. This is for you," the Aphrodite like girl replies. She holds out a pile of hand outs and our teacher is quick to accept them.

"Oh thank you!"

"You're welcome." With that, she turns to leave. My heart slowly sinks in a sea of disappointment.

"Oh, wait! Verona!" Ms. Laue called, successfully stopping the girl.

"Yes?" she asked. I'm happy again. Though that was short lived. Abruptly, the very same song she played minutes ago began to fill the classroom again.

"This song is also for you!" I think I could've gotten through it with slightly pink cheeks, but then Abby's mom just had to. Just had to look over to where I sat and wink at me. Following the teacher's gaze, Verona also looked in my direction.

We made eye contact, and I swore she smiled at me. It wasn't a dream, I didn't imagine it- she smiled at me. I died due to her grayish eyes then and there.

Once she left (after being greatly disturbed) I immediately revived just so I could pounce on my so called best friend. All the while she teases me about my "tomato face".

When school was the battle field, I considered my home to be a safe base. A place to return to and relax at. Or so I thought. I was such a naive kid.

During the weekends, Abby suggested I come over to her house to meet her distant relatives. I agreed because I am rather close with the girl, and knowing her adoptive background, I thought she wanted to have a buddy there to make her feel more at ease. (Spoiler, it was not the case.)

On that afternoon, I head over to her house, dressed in a button-up grey shirt, black slacks, and those fancy, shiny, black shoes I never knew name to. I even combed my hair though avoided the gel because of last year's disaster. (I don't want to get into the details.)

I rang the doorbell and within two seconds Abby opens the door, comes out of her house, and her mom quickly follows.

"Ooh~ Page, lookin' handsome!" my friend compliments. I snort. Is she up to something?

"Thanks. So, are you going to let me in?" I asked, still clueless about what my best friend was about to drag me into.

"About that, we're actually going to meet up somewhere else." I hate how I didn't put in the effort to stop her in the slightest. I got in her mother's car and allowed her to drive me to who-knows-where.

Again, I rang the doorbell to a now foreign house. A girl- no, a goddess opened the door and reaped my soul.

"Hey, Verona! I'm just here to drop Page off. Enjoy your date!"

How on earth did Abby, my overly nosy best friend get me a date with Aphrodite is beyond me. Until she told me she used my social media account to text the other girl, that is. The lengths this girl goes terrifies me.

[The following is an author's note:]

Author: "Happy birthday to my wonderful friend that's always there for the rest of us. I hope you'll feel better soon, and have a stress free weekend. (And yes, I'm going to that birthday party of yours.)"

-April 11, 2019.