Log:Wing-men

2014/12/04 Matt 1

Colonial Heights High School Colonial Heights High School is one of the better known High Schools in town. With it's modern day colonial like design, it blends in well with the surrounding architecture of the neighborhood, yet has a distinguished modern day look to it. Statues of late presidents made from marble, line the mall leading up to the entrance of the High School. The entrance has white columns leading up into a balcony where a banner is hung. Upon the banner reads 'We are the best!' depicting the spirit of the students who are enrolled in the High School. A flagpole sits up on the roof with a patriotic flag depicting the school colors of Gray and Blue. The flag flaps proudly in the wind high above the entry way. Inside the hallways bustle with activity as students and teachers move along heading towards one classroom or another. The walls are lined with lockers, and are free of graffiti as the janitor keeps the area clean. The outside grounds in the back of the school holds the sports fields where the football stadium is located along with the soccer and baseball fields. Athletic students are seen practicing and preparing for games to be played.

It's about 4pm, and schools been out for over an hour and a half, Matt sits in the Quad working on his tablet some physics and advanced Trigonometry. People have come and gone from his round 4 seater table during the afternoon, some asking for help on some homework, others checking to see if he were available later in the evening, apparently there were some parties going on. Ever since KCs bullying ways were figured out, and when the coach figured out how much trouble they were causing Matt, the attitudes of many, not most, but many students changed. He was no longer the pariah of the campus. Matt's turned down every opportunity to hang with the other kids, mostly because he has been patrolling the Harrisburg area, and training non-stop. Still, its nice not to be hated..

Andrew Crushfield, aka The Crush. The soccer player so popular and friendly even Baysiders like him, and he's their rival! Everyone's talking about a meta huge party he's throwing at his house while his parents are out of town. Anyone who can bring the booze gets star status and a chance to be hailed as legends of the party.

Andrew is walking by while a nerdy young girl follows him. She's a tiny, squirrel thing with short curly hair and glasses, wearing an oversized sweater, skirt, leggings, and a tiny yellow backpack. "Of course you can come, Willa. Invite your friends. Everyone's welcome," he smiles as he puts her hand on her shoulder. "Check my FriendBook Page for the address, kay? See ya there!" Some friends call Andrew and he jokes off, leaving Willa blushing.

"H-he invited -me-," she squeaks.

Matt cocks his head to the side, he hears the name, but sees the girl..."Willa.." he says experimentally, "What are you doing here?" his tones are not accusatory, they're inquisitive, and friendly.

Willa jumps and squeals as she recognizes the voice, her glasses falling askew on her face. She adjusts them as she looks at Matt, and she assumes maybe he hasn't made her because he's being friendly. "I was just heading to the library..." Matt nods, "I mean..why aren't you at Bayside? Did you transfer here? Did you take our friend's advice?"

Willa nods weakly. "I figured I needed to get away. I told Crush and the others I didn't want to be part of their group anymore. They made life miserable for me at Bayside," she sniffs. "I had to transfer to get away from that."

Matt smiles, "Good for you Willa..sit with me? Are you going to that party tonight?" Willa's nervous. Matt is scenic. Not Crushfield scenic, but she can't for the life of her understand why he'd want her to sit with him. "O-okay," she stammers and walks over to the table. She sits opposite from him, for maximum distance. "Yeah. I can't believe he invited me personally..."

Matt nods, "He's cool, I like him. Maybe, he, like we, saw something more than anything your bayside friends, ever saw in you." he smiles, "You are the only one of that clique that had a heart, or a soul, or any good sense. You were too good for them." Willa sniffs a few times. Either she's emotional, or she has allergies. It's a toss up. "Th-they're not soulless. Well, maybe a little. I still feel like a nobody here, but that's better than being someone everyone laughed at back at Bayside." She folds her hands and twists them a little in her lap. "It's better being invisible..."

Matt shakes his head, "You're not invisible." he grins, "I saw you. You're very special."

Willa blushes a bright rosy pink. Maybe being noticed is even worse. She wrings her hands some more. "Mostly invisible, then. I haven't made any friends yet. That's why I'm surprised Andrew even noticed me."

Matt nods, "Well, like I said, perhaps you are more than you think you are. Life is how you see it. Perhaps you simply need new perspective?" he grins, "I mean, sometimes when you run into programming issues, You sometimes have to look at the problem from a different point of view so that you can find the answer right?"

Willa nods eagerly. "Well, in most issues, really, but sometimes with Programming you just need to walk away and let your subconscience figure out the problem." The eagerness fades. "I'm not really sure how to apply that to life and making friends though..."

Matt smiles, "Perhaps its about walking away from what you've known, and coming back with to yourself with a new way to live your life." he grins, "Remember, no one should want to peak in high school...not when there is so much more to life than this."

Willa chews on the inside of her cheek as she listens to Matt, nodding meekly. "Are-are you going to Andrew's party?" she tries to pipe up, but her voice is so shy and quiet. She's one of those students that can't seem to speak up even when called upon.

Matt looks at Willa, "Do you want a wing-man?"

Willa shakes her head vehemently in the negative. "Why would I need one of those?" she asks in clueless wonder. Why indeed.

Matt grins, "So you don't have be alone at the party. I don't have a lot of friends so if I do go, It might be nice to have a wing-man?"

Willa starts to reach up to one of the tight curls framing her face and pulls it until it's straight. Then let's go and lets it bounce back into place. She does this a few times nervously as she says, "I...guess...it would be nice?" she says with a huge degree of uncertainty.

Matt shrugs, "I don't know Willa, and I do have a girlfriend...which I thank you know, but we'd be wing-men, not a date." he says with a grin, "What do you think?"

Willa gives a few nods of understanding. "I got it. That doesn't sound so bad." She nods while mustering her small amount of courage and trying to motivate herself. "Wing-men. Party. I can do this!" Her voice is still tiny and meek, but at least it's encouraging.

Matt puts his hand out for a high-five. "Give me some!" he says again with a grin.

Willa leans forward to give Matt a high-five. Uncool kid that she is, she actually misses it. Instead of the usually satisfying clap of a high five, it's more of a whiff.

Matt grins, "Come on Wing-man, you need to do better than that.."

With another jerky attempt, Willa smacks Matt's hand in a half-way decent high-five.

Matt laughs, "Sweet!..so Willa, you know what a wing-man is supposed to do right?"

"Er, no, not really," Willa suddenly realizes.

Matt nods, "Good, so, a wing-man is there to help his or her partner, we're partners, so what do you want out of this party?"

"To, uhhh...uhhh...uhhhhhh....have fun?" Willa answers. "I don't know. I've never been to one before."

Matt chuckles, "Are you looking to make friends? find some girlfriends? Maybe find a cute guy to talk to? Some dancing?.."

Willa looks livid at the choices laid before her. After some agonizing decisions to make, she says, "Mebbe...no, no. Maybe just friends." She was aiming for something else, but then lowered her aim to something more reasonable.

Matt cocks his head to the side, "Wait..what was it you wanted? I can tell those things I said weren't what you had thought about..?"

"Muh-maybe some dancing?" Willa sounds hopeful. "But...I don't know how to. That's why just friends is good."

Matt shakes his head, "I'm your wing-man, we're going to dance, I'm not great at dancing, the key is to stay in your comfort zone. small simple movements will be fine, and don't compare yourself to those people who can really dance. That will only cause anx." he grins, "It will be cool love, no worries."

With a few nods, Willa tries to commit that all to memory. "Comfort zone, small moves. Okay. Hoooookay," she takes a few deep breaths to calm herself down, because she's starting to panic.

Matt chuckles, "Hey, someone once told me, if all else fails, eat chocolate." he grins, "I never understood it, but maybe it will work for you.." he pats her hand, "Don't worry wing-man, we're going to be ok. Meet you someplace before hand?"

Willa makes a note to bring chocolate. "I'll meet you down the block from Andrew's house at 9? I need to get ready." Then it hits her. She's really doing this. She goes pale. "Ohmygod, I need to get ready!" She hops up from her seat and starts rushing off.

Matt chuckles, "Be brave wingman! Don't leave me hanging!" he calls after her with a wave.