Egos and Sides (In highschool) --Discontinued--

Chapter 13: Oops, I did it again

"Oopsie, have you been interviewing people?" Poppy asked.

"Of course. I interviewed Logan, and Google, and Wilford-"

"Wilford?" She cut in. "Whose that?"

"He's new this year, but you've probably seen him. Red suspenders, sometimes he wears a monocle-"

"Oh. Yeah. I've seen him. Doesn't he hang around Google and Logan a lot?"

"Yeah."

Mary, who just made her bowl of cereal, question, "Have you interviewed anyone who isn't your friend yet?"

I flushed red. "Oopsie. I guess I didn't." I gave a small smile.

Mary scowled. "You know, Phoniex, that 'oopsie' shit was funny when we were younger, but not anymore."

Poppy gasped. "Mary, that was out of line. Oopsie is older than you, so you shouldn't disrespect her. You know she doesn't like to be called that, and people are allowed to say and do whatever they wish."

"Why do you always give the others passes for dumb shit? As soon as I say something, I'm the troublesome one! This is why she never gets anything done, you and Gloria cut her too much slack. If people are allowed to say whatever they want, then let me be the first in the house to say Phoenix needs to grow the fuck up." Mary got up and stormed out of the room, tossing me a hateful glance as she went.

"Well, it isn't like you make yourself likable, Mary!" Poppy called as Mary went out the door.

I looked down at the ground, a little disappointed in myself. "I didn't mean to make her mad..." I mumbled. I looked up at Poppy, who was still a little worked up. "I think I'll walk to school today. I can get some interviews done while I'm there."

"Okay... Go ahead."

Ten minutes later I left. By the time I got to school, I still had thirty minutes left to interview.

To prepare, I retrieved my pen and pad out from my backpack and began scouting through the halls.

I ran into five people, Phil, Mike, Bernice, Remus, and Jameson. I asked each of them the same three questions:

"How was your first week of school?" Then, "What events are you looking forward to?" And finally, "Whose class do you think will be most difficult?"

I got a spectrum of answers that ranged from wacky to slightly disappointing.

After all that, there were still ten minutes before school started. So I used the time to come up with next month's interview questions.

At question four, someone's hands covered my eyes and a voiced asked, "Guess who?"

"Wilford?"

"Correct." The hands uncovered my eye, then Wilford sat on the ground next to me. "So what're you doing on the sidewalk all by yourself?"

"I'm writing next month's interview questions."

"Do you have any Halloween themed questions?"

"Of course!" I closed my notebook and looked over at him. "But your not allowed what to know what they are yet!"

"Oh, that's too bad." Wilford gave me a large smile. "So. Oopsie, I've been thinking... There's a festival downtown this weekend and I wanted to know... If you'd like to go with me."

"...I can't. Sorry." I was going to busy helping running a fundraiser for the News club.

"Oh." His face fell. "Maybe next time."

"Maybe." Why does he look so disappointed? "Why do you look so down?"

"Well, I really wanted to go with you."

"You did? Like a date?"

Wilford reddened. "N-no."

A realization dawned upon me. "Wilford, do you like me?"

He didn't answer.

"Wilford, if you do it's-" But before I could finish, he abruptly stood and rushed out of sight. Aw man, I've scared him off! And...He...likes me? Nobody ever likes me. I guess he'll get over it soon.