For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and for these two, their lives have been planned down to a science.
For Wylan Olson, being yourself can be very stressful. Since she was young, her emotions have always been backwards. The e...
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As she turned around, I glowered at her. I'd take the challenge though. Everyone in the classroom had their eyes on us to see how we would interact with one another. Nate even poked a little fun.
"Go ahead and work out your issues, man. Nobody will judge you," he joked.
I rolled my eyes and picked up my things. I didn't like being a spectacle of people's scrutiny, and some girl, who didn't even belong to the same caliber as me, surely wasn't going to put me down in my own turf.
At least, she wouldn't do it and get away with it.
She was being just as obnoxious as she claimed I was, and for that, I was willing to play the game.
I stood up, and was about to walk out before she put her leg out as if to stop me. She took her sweet time standing up, and once she had gathered her things, she looked up with artificial shock on her face. "Oh sorry, I didn't even notice you there."
I smiled back at her, "I'm sure you didn't, Willa. Maybe you need to get a new prescription put in those night vision goggles of yours."
I stepped around her just as her friend took her by the arm.
I wasn't going to waste my time, especially not on girls like Wylan Olson.
Yes, she was interesting to me, but she wasn't worth the fight to get it back.
Once I got out of the classroom, I headed to my next class and took a seat, staring off into oblivion.
"Mr. Okari, close your mouth, son," my teacher called as she took roll.
I rolled my eyes and pulled out my notebook. After she finished and began teaching, the school intercom sounded to make an announcement. We had been sitting there for what felt like forever.
"Winners of the school's writing contest include: Marcus Hightower for the ninth grade, Rhonda Lattice in the tenth grade, Wylan Olson in the eleventh grade, and Whitney Garner in the twelfth grade. Thank you to all of the other participants for submitting. That is all."
Everyone went wild about her winning. After all, one of her closest friends was in the class, so she made sure that she notified everyone. A group of girls had accumulated in one corner of the room and there was Merriam leading them in the conversation. I rolled my eyes, trying to tune her out.
"I know. She's so brilliant," I heard Merriam say as I gagged. If she's brilliant then I'm white.
"I don't find it surprising that she won." Our teacher said, smiling. She also knew Wylan. Everybody did from the looks of it.
My friend, Rhett, took a seat beside me, "So your girlfriend won the writing competition."
I scoffed at him. "She's not my girlfriend, and I'm sure the only reason she won is because nobody else in our grade cared enough to write something. She wins every year anyways."
