MayWen: An Owen X MaShayla Fanfic

Chapter 5: Relationship

It’s the next day. Thankfully I wasn’t late today. Last night I called my mom, and she helped me to straighten my hair. I planned my outfit before going to bed last night, and I felt on top of the world.

Nothing important had happened that morning in algebra. In fact, I barely saw him at all. Now it was lunch, I was trying my hardest not to look for him.

“You look good today,” Ashlyn says as we walk to the lunch line again.

“Thank you,” I respond with some newfound confidence.

I take a tray and walk up to the lady. I chose pizza over the chicken patties, just to be on the safe side. Grabbing my chocolate milk, I glance back to make sure it’s actually Ashlyn I’m talking too. It was.

“How’s the basketball guy you were talking to?” I ask.

“Which one?” she jokes with a smile.

“Girl, istg,” I say sarcastically. We laugh as we make our way back to the lunch table.

I start to say something to Autumn, but notice her mannerism. She’s looking at her phone, trying to avoid eye contact with me. If she’s mad at me, I will not let it ruin my day.

“What’s wrong,” I ask her calmly.

She looks up at me. Instead of anger, it seems to be worry in her eyes.

“I have bad news,” Autumn whispers, glancing between her phone and mine.

I look down and see the notifications.

Queenie is Typing.

Queenie sent you a Chat.

I open my phone and go on snap.

Queenie: I don’t want you to be mad at me when I tell you this

I glance up at her and we make eye contact. She starts talking to Ashlyn.

Me: Why?

Me: Did you do something?

Queenie is Typing.

Queenie sent a Chat.

Queenie: I was doing some stalking last night on your crush

Queenie: He has a girlfriend.

I turn my phone off.

Are you kidding me? He has a girlfriend? Does she go here?

A million questions race through my mind. I’m heartbroken. It’s not shocking of course, but it stings… a lot.

“Guys I’m going to go the bathroom before the bell rings,” I say blankly. I put my tray back and head to my locker.

I feel my phone buzz.

Queenie sent a Chat.

I ignore it.

I don’t really feel like speaking to anyone right now. Standing at my locker, I pull out my books for the second half of the day.

The bell rings.

I make my way towards my Spanish class. Sitting in the back, I pull out my phone.

Queenie: I didn’t mean to upset you; I just thought you should know

I don’t blame her. Maybe a little confused on why she was stalking, but it’s not she’s the girlfriend. Who is?

Me: you’re fine but who is it?

“MaShayla?” my Spanish teacher calls.

“Here,” I answer.

Queenie sent a Chat.

I open my phone to a picture. I’m in disbelief.

It’s a picture of Kiersten Taylor.

Queenie: They’ve apparently been dating for a month now

Queenie: I found out through an anniversary picture

It makes sense that I wouldn’t know. That girl has had me blocked ever since the day I was mad at her and messaged her: Do the curtains match the drapes? Yeah, not my best move but what a skank!

Me: kms

I turn my phone off. I’ve already missed 40% of my Spanish lesson, not that I care that much anyways.

To think in 2 days, I had an entire plan to go talk to him at the competition, then add him on snap off quick add. You know what, fuck that guy. I’m an independent woman and I don’t need a rando haunting my dreams. I look good today, and I’m going to have a good day.