Under the Same Sky

Chapter 6: Wendy

Hey guys, so I was able to write between my online classes, short little bit, but I will probably be able to push the next part out later tonight! Comment and Enjoy!! :))

Chapter 6: Wendy

"This semester's project is partner work. You are free to pick your own partners but choose wisely. This will be an out of school project, therefore you have to choose your own work sessions accordingly. It is based off of our current unit of cloud development. Today is planning day, the whole assignment is in the syllabus handing to you a few weeks back." Mr. Brady announces to the class.

Weston looks at me, "do you have the syllabus?" "Yeah," I said, handing it to him. He stares at the paper with analytical eyes trying to decipher the words. His eyes scatter the page before turning to me. "I'm sure your guy friends are gonna work together, and we already have to work together for an extra hour after practice starting today. So how about you just be my partner. You don't have to, it's completely up to you, I know you barely know me and all but-" Weston starts to ramble but I put my hand on his arms to stop the frantic curly haired boy next to me. The muscles under my hand tense at my touch.

"Weston, it's no biggie. Sure, we can work together." I have noticed that with each conversation we have throughout the past few days and few practices he has become less and less reactive to me saying his name. Almost as if we are slowly becoming friends as well.

He nods. For the next half hour of the class, Weston and I work through our plan for the assignment and how it will fit into our already rigorous volleyball schedule. I think about the conversations about this guy that I have been having with my friends and how they seem completely opposite to what he acts like with me. So I did the only thing I knew. I asked him about it.

"How come you seem so quiet all the time? You only really talk to a few people, yet I feel like you could have a lot of friends." I ask looking at him genuinely. His face morphs to a blank one.

"I don't know. I guess I just don't trust easy." I'm still curious.

"Why's that?"

"I don't know." He has clearly ended the conversation with his response. I don't want to pressure an answer out of him though so I let it go, changing the subject. I will come back to it later.

"So, were you named after Mr.Westons, from Jane Austen? Or is it just a coincidence?" His face is still stoic but he manages to plaster on a small grin.

"Haha, yeah. My mom loved that book from when she was younger. I grew up to her reading it to me. She said that she wanted to always reminisce on the book and it's meaning every time she would speak to me." He said, the gleam in his eyes dimming the more he spoke about the subject. My heart went out to him so I tried to bring happiness to the conversation.

"I have observed...in the course of my life, that if things are going outwardly one month, there are sure to mend the next." I told Weston, my favorite quote by the character, with all sincerity. With hopes to give a hidden message in the saying. He peered back at me with the his hazel eyes strewn with an unknown emotion. I give him a curt smile which he returns.

The bell rings overhead signaling the end of the day.

"So After practice I can give you a ride to my house and we can practice. Unless you want to go to yours." I say quickly as I pack my things.

"No that's okay, I'd much rather not be at my house. And I'll meet you there just text me the address." I nod my head remembering the contact he gave me for us to stay in contact for the project.

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"So what's it like in Ontario?" I ask the boy who has consumed the last week of my life. I kind of miss my besties. I will have to call them later to meet up, I think to myself.