Quiet in school. Thinking. Under the radar, good grades, Bs and the occasional C to keep out of the Ab honor list. Not funny, not brooding. Wallpaper popular except the blue eyes. Chess Club, the indulgence.
And so, moving the first pawn, he'd given an opening. She took it, and in six moves, she had won his heart and took his king.
He gave his first compliment, she said it was a cheap trick and offereed 3 of 5.
Every game was even. If it hadn't been for the first win, they'd have been even. but she always had tie or lead, even if she only stayed ahead by one game. She kept her lead.
They kept it a secret, neither of their respective parents were the kind to introduce ones significant other to. She'd be grounded, he'd be beaten. Since first grade, his greatest school grade acheivement, he'd been careful to be average, invisible, ignorable. It had been a friday, the teacher had calle dhome to conngratulate the parents of such a smart young man. The bruises for disturbing the silence hadn't healed by monday. he stayed home.
and so, he would go around to her window, second story, back of the house, and watch her undress before tossing the preagreed bundle with ribbon tied to it through her window. She'd dress for him then, in the clothes he'd bought for her. The she climbed down the rope still hanging from the old elm, from the days before her dad turned into a drunk.
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