Wingless And Beautiful episode 10
đWINGLESS AND BEAUTIFULđ
đEPISODE TENđ
Friday night, Denise shared some news that she hoped
would excite us as much as her.
âItâs a kind of an exchange program,â she said.
âStudents from another school will come to our school and a
couple of our students will come to theirs, for two weeks.â
Chaise rolled his eyes, showing us that he didnât share
Deniseâs enthusiasm.
Denise saw this and stuck a tongue out at him before
turning to me. âAnyway, you are looking at the chairman of
the first ever Interschool Immersion Program!â she said
cheerfully.
The look that she gave me actually made me nervous. It
was one of those looks that said âNoâ is not on the options list.
âWh-what help would you need from me?â
âWell, you need to help me org-nize the activities. Iâve
already got a lot of ideas listed down but I would need your
opinion on them. These kids will be attending our classes
but we need to org-nize some activities for at least two
weekends. We want to make sure they get to experience the
best of Leighton High.â
I rolled my eyes at her. âExcuse me? I think your spiel
should be delivered to that table over there.â I pointed at
the table where Chelsea and the rest of her squad were.
âOh please! Theyâre a disgrace not just to this school
but to the rest of humanity.â This time it was her turn to roll
her eyes. âAnyway, as I was saying, I have been tasked to
org-nize some activities to make them feel welcome here.â
Chaise smirked.
âWhat, genius?â Denise asked, raising a brow at him.
âCome on, Denise. Who are we kidding? Iâve been here
for months and I still didnât feel welcome,â he replied.
I smiled at Denise sympathetically. âSorry to side with
Chaise on that one. I feel exactly the same way.â
Denise sighed. âI guess youâre right. If we didnât feel
welcome here, how could we make them fit right in?â She
was thoughtful for a while and then as if she decided she
wasnât gonna let anything dampen her enthusiasm for her
project, she said, âWell, Iâm not aiming to impress them. Iâm
aiming to impress our principal. I will not fail the first project
she entrusted to me. She expects a grand event on the final
weekend and maybe a bonfire by the beach. Anyway, weâll
discuss them all later.â Denise beamed. âI canât wait for next
week!â
âWait, what? Next week? As in they are going to be here
next week?â I asked, almost in shock.
Denise nodded. âYep. And you are going to help me tour
them around.â
âDenise⌠you certainly canât do that.â I protested
instantly. âI can be a crew member of some dance, I can
help you org-nize stuff, but please⌠Iâm no usherette
material.â
âWhy not?â Denise asked. âYouâre gorgeous, youâre
smart, you know your way around and youâre probably the
only one in this school who had read the school history.â
I shook my head. âThese kids hate me! Surely, you canât
make me more vulnerable and visible to scrutiny than I
already am.â
Denise was about to open her mouth for an argument
when Chaise interrupted, âI can read the school history for
your little game, Denise. Leave Alice out of it.â His voice was
cold and firm and before Denise replied, I thought I saw her
mouth curve a little bit, like she was preventing herself from
smiling.
âO-okay. If⌠if you insist,â she said to Chaise. âIâll email
you the names of the kids and the schedules.â
She then gathered her stuff and before she stood up to
leave, she gave me a wink, confirming my suspicions that
she wasnât really thinking of making me go through the
worst nightmare of being the schoolâs tour guide. She
wanted Chaise to volunteer for it, but she was too proud to
ask him.
When she was gone, I turned to Chaise, âI canât believe
you fell for that too easily.â
I was afraid that he would get mad when he realized
what Denise had just done, but he simply shrugged. âI canât
believe you didnât see that coming before I did.â
I grinned at him. âI guess you and Denise are more
compatible than youâd like to admit.â
âNope. Itâs just that most psychopaths think alike.â He
grinned back at me. âArenât you scared of the company
youâre keeping?â
I laughed. âIâd take you and Denise any day over the
airhead bimbos on that table.â
âYeah, Iâm worried about what they will do to our visitors
when they get here.â
âIâm worried too. You know how those kids want to show
the rest of the world they were better than everybody else. I
hope they donât see them as the embodiment of what the
rest of us are really like.â
âYeah. Some of us have brains you know.â Chaise
laughed.
âI hope they donât try to pull off the usual tricks they
pull on me. They have the tendency to prey on creatures
they thought were weaker than them.â
However, it turned out that we didnât need to worry that
the popular kids in our school would embarrass us in front of
the exchange students. One week later, a luxurious bus
bearing the banner âJacksonville Titansâ parked in front of
the school grounds. Almost all the students lined up to get a glimpse of our visitors. And one by one, they got off the bus
looking more like runway models going to a fashion show
than students going on a field trip. I thought they didnât look
like a bunch of high school students at all.
Oh well, Chelsea and her gang deserved to know they
werenât the most beautiful people in the universe. At least, I
hoped for the time being, the presence of the new kids
would get them off my back.
The wh0le school was in awe of our visitors. Everybody
seemed to want a piece of their attention. Denise did not
have trouble finding volunteers for the activities she lined
up. As for me, I almost got what I was asking for since I
stepped into Leighton High. I was invisible. This could
probably be the best two weeks of my high school life.
I barely saw Denise and Chaise. I missed their constant
company. But in return, I got a little reprieve from the insults
and pranks. I thought it was not so bad. Unfortunately,
having more time by myself made me constantly think of
Hunter too. I couldnât deny the fact that I was always
looking for him. I didnât see him in the school grounds or
even in the cafeteria. It seemed we were the only two
people in school who didnât care much about our new
visitors.
One day, as I was eating lunch by myself in our usual
corner, I got to observe the exchange students, sitting in the
tables in the middle of the cafeteria. There were five boys
and five girls, all looking rich, confident and privileged. No
wonder even Chelsea and Don looked like groupies hanging
around them.
There was one girl that caught my attention. She was
tall, with supermodel looks. Perfect curly blond hair and
chocolate brown eyes. She looked like a snob, but with
every right to be. She had a pair of designer glasses
perched up her head, and she was slinging a Gucci bag on
her arm. She barely smiled, unlike the rest of her group who
all looked enthusiastic about the amount of attention they were getting. She was looking around, observing or
scrutinizing every corner of the cafeteria.
I was fascinated with the bored expression on her face.
It was obvious she didnât want to be here. But something in
the way she was eagerly looking around told me that she
was very curious about Leighton High.
Suddenly, she looked over in my direction and her
haughty, oblivious expression changed to something that
looked like shock or awe.
I rolled my eyes. As if I wasnât used to that reaction
already! I decided to be brave about it and raised my chin to
look at her straight in the eye. But it seemed that she was
not looking at me at all. Instead, her eyes were glued to
something behind me.
I slowly turned around and saw a guy wearing a red
jacket standing a few feet away from me. My heart pounded
in my chest so loudly, I was afraid he was going to hear it. I
hadnât seen him in days. And seeing him again now
reminded me just how much I still missed him, and how
desperately I wished he would remember me⌠remember
our time together when he said he was falling for me.
I found that Hunter was looking at me. His eyes met
mine and right then and there, the world froze. It turned
quiet, like somebody just hit the mute button on the
cafeteria. He was wearing the same arrogant expression on
his face, but somehow, something was different, though I
could not fathom what it was. I wasnât sure if he wanted to
say something to me.
He moved, like he was starting to walk towards me and
then we heard somebody call, âHunter!â That seemed to
break the spell that momentarily enveloped us, or me at
least.
I turned to the direction of the voice and saw that
beautiful girl, the haughty exchange student, walking
towards Hunter. I thought I heard him curse softly behind
me.
The next thing I saw was the girl jumping into Hunterâs
arms⌠and the next thing I heard was the sound of my
heart jumping out of my ribcage and breaking into a million
pieces on the cafeteria floor.
As I watched her embrace Hunter, I felt reality sink in.
That girl was as beautiful as I was flawed. She looked
perfectly matched for Hunter, the way I knew I would never
be.
I turned away from them, gathered my tray and quickly
dashed towards the next exit. Tears blinded my eyes. I tried
to blink them back before I had the misfortune of running
into either Chaise or Denise who would definitely ask what
was going on.
For a moment there, I thought that Hunter was going to
finally speak to me⌠that he finally remembered that I was
his girlfriend once upon a time in his life when he was not as
perfect as he is now.
I wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks. Hunter
may seem perfect now that he got his eyesight back, but
damn! He was a much more beautiful person when he was
blind and had nothing to offer me but the goodness of his
heart.
I made it through the entire day without running into
Hunter again.
Who was the girl?
She seemed to know him very well. Maybe thatâs why
she looked uninterested in any of the boys around her circle,
desperately pining for her attention. She was looking around
trying to find her targetâHunter.
Did Hunter go back to Jacksonville after his surgery and
met her? Was she the reason he forgot about me?
Of course⌠I guess I could not blame him either. He
didnât know what I looked like when he said he fell in love
with me. Hunter and I existed in our own little world⌠that
garden by the lake. He had nothing, and had no oneâŚ.
except maybe for his guitar and me. It was easy to feel affection for me then. He didnât seem to have a choice. But
now⌠heâs back to his normal self. Heâs got everything
going for him again. His life now was full of choices, some
more wonderful than the others. He could have any girl he
wantedâgirls as perfect as she was. Why would he settle for
me?
After school, when I got to the front gates, I saw Hunter
getting into his car with that girl. And just when I thought
my heart was maxed out, I felt it break just a little bit more.
Tears rolled down my cheeks without me knowing. I quickly
wiped them with my fingers before somebody could notice.
Hunter didnât deserve my tears. He made me fall in love
with him, and then he left me. He asked me to wait for
him⌠only to replace me with somebody who was like a slap
in the face for me.
I knew I couldnât score like that in a million years!
âWait!â I heard somebody shout behind me. Then I saw
Denise rushing off to catch Hunter before he drove off. They
spoke briefly while the girl patiently sat on the passenger
seat, without even a side glance at who Hunter was
speaking to.
Well, if I was that pretty, I wouldnât have to worry that
my boyfriend will flirt with somebody else.
When Hunter drove away, Denise approached me.
âSorry I didnât see you there,â she said.
I just smiled at her, afraid that I would burst into tears
the minute I opened my mouth.
âI just asked Hunter to tell my folks I would be late
tonight.â
âWhy? Hot date?â
Deniseâs eyes lit up. âYes, if you must know. And itâs
dates, not date.â
âDates? As in more than one?â
She nodded. âAs in Chaise and you.â
âWhat?â
âYeah. Chaise and I are hanging out in the bookshop
tonight. He already promised to drop both of us home.â
âWhy?â
âBecause you, guys, are going to help me plan next
weekendâs bonfire. And no buts! I know you wonât be too
busy. More than half the population of this town are morons,
who wouldnât even make it past chapter five of a book. So, I
know you donât have a line of customers impatiently waiting
for your assistance. But I, on the other hand, am in dire
need of help.â
âMy boss will not be happy if I brought a friend while I
was supposed to be working,â I argued.
âBut ahh! Did you forget that Chaiseâs aunt owns the
place? Surely, she wouldnât mind. And besides, itâs school
work. Not like weâll be there drooling over boys and plotting
how to lose our V-rginities.â
âHaha! Sometimes, you can be very funny,â I said,
forcing a grin on my face.
âIs that Hunter Vaughn taking Tania Jameson home?â
Chaise asked, appearing behind us.
Denise nodded. âHunter used to go to Jacksonville. He
and Tania are sort of an item. On again, off again type of
thing. But for sure, Hunter did not really go out with
anybody else other than her. And all the other guys in
Jacksonville felt it was pointless to even try asking Tania out
when they were up against the âKing of the Worldâ. And
besides, their parents are business partners. They had been
matching the two of them since they were ten or something.
It would be beneficial to their familyâs wealth if they ended
up getting married in the future.â
The problem with keeping your boyfriend a secret to
your friends is that you have to endure minutes or hours
hearing about him and another girl. Itâs killing you in,side,
slowly but surely and yet, you couldnât even cry and scre-m
from the heartache.
I bit my lip to the point of feeling pain. I didnât want to
believe that one pain lessens another, but right at that
moment, I would cling on to anything that would decrease
the shattering pain I felt in,side my chest.
On again, off again, huh!
Funny how he forgot to mention that! He had a girlfriend
already when he met me. And yet, he still asked me outâŚ
k-ssed me, made me believe that he could really fall in love
with me.
What a fool I have been!