Pinky Failures

Oh for the love of God. He beat me. That idiot beat me.

Have I lost you? I'm sorry. Let me tell you the whole story. Bear with me. It's quite long.

Evan Hoodwinger beat me.

No no no. I'm not talking about the whole violence abuse thing. Jeez I would never let a man push me around. I am an independent black woman who don't need no man. Well I'm not black, I'm Chinese. BUT YOU GET THE POINT.

Anyway after many days, of sitting next to the quiet white boy, we had a test in math. Circle geometry. No big deal, am I right? Once I finished the test, everyone else was still writing. Not to sound cocky but I think I am the smartest person in the class. The rest don't even try and Catherine, my former math buddy, was too distracted by Yang to even concentrate on her test. At the time of the test, they had started to play footsie under the table. Ugh. Why are couples so disgusting? They're too happy. Ew.

After a couple of days, we got our test back. I assumed I was probably going to get the highest in my class again. When Ms. Sharma handed me back my test, I glanced at the 99% and reckoned my fortunetelling was right. Then Evan got his test. He had gotten 99.5%. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I had choked on my water, gave his test paper a double take and ripped it out of his hands. I thought I must've seen it wrong and that my Asian eyes were playing tricks on me. I'm pretty sure I made a strangled sound once I realized what had happened. Evan Hoodwinger, the quiet, cat looking, arrogant boy had beaten me on a test. A MATH TEST. AN INTELLECTUAL EXAMINATION. I wouldn't have minded if he had beat in an activity in gym but math? No way. This was my area to shine. This was just a momentary lapse for my brain. That was it. Evan probably stayed up all night studying whereas I had barely glanced at my notes. Yes that was probably right. I'm still smarter.

I didn't notice that I was nodding to myself until Evan had wondered out loud, "Why are you nodding? You look like a bobble head doll. Can I have my test back now or are you just going to stare at it some more? Cause the lunch bell just rang and I have places to go; people to see."

I started out of my trance and spat, "You just got lucky."

I picked up my purple backpack and strutted out of the classroom. Unfortunately, my dramatic exit was ruined by the fact that I had forgot to zip up my bag and all of my possessions came spilling out; my pencils, my books, my sanitizers, my hair bands and my socks.

I heard a snort of laughter behind me and my back automatically stiffened. Ass.

"Are you just going to stand there and wait for your things to, magically, make their way back to you?"

"It happens in Harry Potter. Why can't it happen in real life?" I suggested.

Evan, then, appeared in my line of sight. He was wearing his green plaid shirt as usual and that cocky smirk. Ugh what I would do just to wipe that smirk off his face.

"What? Haven't adjusted to the fact that you're a muggle yet?" He grinned.

I gasped with surprise. How rude. How dare he call me a muggle? That was just low.

Evan realized that he hit a nerve and his grin widened. His teeth looked like flashlight and blinded me for a moment.

Moments of silence passed on and I was still adjusting my eyes to the brightness. He seemed genuinely confused now as if not sure why I had stopped talking.

"What? Have you finally shut up? Miracles really can happen! You have helped me gain my catholic faith back," Evan muttered.

I narrowed my eyes and shot him a filthy look.

"Why are you still here? I thought you had places to go and people to see?"

Evan shrugged and his lanky shoulders looked like they were doing the wave. "Your stuff fell and I thought I'd help you out."

"You're not helping me. You're bothering me."

"Same thing really," Evan argued. But nevertheless he bent down and started gathering my books.

Now I couldn't just stand there and let him do all the work. My daddy raised me right. So I rolled my eyes and stuffed all my things in the backpack.

"How do you even carry all that?" Evan asked a while later, as I zipped up my humongous backpack.

I glanced at his droopy bag and rolled my eyes once more.

"Well some of us actually go to all of our class and bring our books."

Evan raised a thin blonde eyebrow. I tried to do the same but couldn't quite manage it so at the end, both of my eyebrows were up and I had a surprised looking expression instead of a challenging one. Evan chuckled and seized his bag and started leaving the classroom.

Then he stopped at the door and called out, "See you tomorrow Shailey. Remember we have a test tomorrow. Maybe just maybe you could beat me this time?"

He paused as if he was actually thinking about it and then snorted, "Probably not."

I squealed angrily and he left laughing. That jerk had the audacity to mock me? Me? Shailey Chang. I mean don't get me wrong. I have been made fun off before. I mean come on, I'm a nerd and it's high school. But I have never been mocked for not getting a high grade. Never in my life. Oh I'll show him. Evan Hoodwinger will pay.

I flounced out of the classroom with much more grace this time.

"Wait a minute. You're studying for math?" Cheyenne exclaimed.

I nodded, flipping my straight black hair forward.

It was later that day at my house. Cheyenne had invited herself over for the heck of it. Apparently, me doing math homework was surprising to her.

"But, but why?"

I sighed. I'd have to tell her. She wouldn't let me study if I didn't.

"Okay I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone not even Scarlett," I whispered so my parents wouldn't be able to hear.

Cheyenne's brown eyes widened and she stumbled toward my bed.

"Are you okay? Did something happen? Is it bad?" Cheyenne worried, bitting her fingernails.

I shook my head, "I'm not telling you yet. You have to promise first."

Cheyenne nodding and stuck out her brown pinky finger, "Pinky promise."

That meant Cheyenne knew what a big deal this secret was. She never pinky promised unless she knew it was huge. And she always kept her pinky promises. Although even shaking her pinky, I knew she wouldn't tell.

So humoring her, I wrapped her finger with mine and we both shook it carefully, never breaking eye contact. It was as if we were preforming an Unbreakable Vow.

"Okay what is it? Are you dying?"

"No it's even worse."

"Worse?! Oh God, tell me!"

"It's so embarrassing though," I blushed and looked away from her to my purple walls.

Cheyenne gripped my hand and murmured, softly, "Shay. You know I'm always here for you right? I would never laugh at you."

I looked into her eyes and found trust and honesty in them.

"Okay. Today in math we got back our math test," I started slowly.

"Yes," Cheyenne egged on.

"And I got 99% on it."

"Okay?" Cheyenne furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what the point of this all was.

"And Evan. He he," I broke off, painfully.

"Oh my god. Did he make fun of you? That, that meaniehead!" Cheyenne concluded. "Oh I'm going to beat him up! I could take him. Have you seen those twig like arms? I could definitely take him down!"

Cheyenne jumped off the bed and paced back and forth, muttering profanities. I knew she had gotten the wrong idea and had to jump in before she started planning her attack on Evan. Hmmm maybe I should just let her. Evan didn't know her. He would never see it coming. Then I felt something in my stomach. Ugh guilt. My kryptonite.

"Just because we get good grades those people at school think they can just mess around with us? Ha I'll show them-"

"Uhm Cheyenne?"

"I can find out where he lives. Sneak over there and put spiders in his bed. Yes that'll work!"

"Cheyenne!" I tried once more to capture her attention.

"Then again, I hate spiders. Oh I'll just punch him in the face and escape through the window. I'll just have to wear black. Do I have black pants? Oh wait I have tigh-"

Finally fed up, I got up and seized her ear and yelled, "CHEYENNE."

"AAAAAHHHHHHH," Cheyenne pushed away from me and tumbled over my desk and on to the ground.

"Ow. What was that for?" Cheyenne winced, rubbing her aching back.

"You got the wrong idea. He didn't make fun of me."

"Then what did he do?"

"Well he. He," I dropped to the floor dramatically and hid my face between my knees. "He got 99.5%."

There was a pause . I thought she hadn't heard me and got ready to whisper it again before she said, "So?"

I straightened my neck immediately and almost had a whip-lash, "What do you mean so?"

"As in what's the big deal?" Cheyenne seemed confused.

I jumped to my feet and seized her ear, once more, "THE BIG DEAL IS THAT HE BEAT ME. EVAN HOODWINGER BEAT ME."

Cheyenne stared at me, eyes wide and mouth agape. Moments passed by before she let out a snort then she started laughing really loudly.

I watched her befuddled, "Why are you laughing?"

"Oh my god. Oh my god," Cheyenne wiped a tear from her eyes. "You're mad because he's smarter than you?"

I gasped, "HE ISN'T SMARTER THAN ME! HE JUST GOT LUCKY ONE TIME."

"Then he must rub a four-leaf clover all over his body every day, because he gets the highest mark in science each day."

I gaped.

"Oh I need to tell Scarlett this. You're embarrassed because a boy beat you."

Cheyenne rushed for the phone but I automatically grabbed her hands.

"No! You can't! You pinky swore, remember?"

Cheyenne's face fell and fumed, "But. Ugh. No. DAMN YOU PINKY!"

"Ha!"

Cheyenne's eyes narrowed, "Oh go back to studying, dumbass."

My smile faded and I held a pillow to my face as I cried.

Oh poor Shay. I know I haven't updated for so long but I'm getting back on track. Don't worry my non-existent readers. If you do exist, please show me you do by REVIEWING. Tell me what you think of Shailey or Evan or even how I write and how I can improve. REVIEW.

Thanks~ BrightFuzzySocks