Notes

08

"Hey, Syd." Michael stood at my locker.

"Hi." I said quietly.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows furrowed and he looked concerned.

"Nothing." I shook my head and quietly walked to my class with him.

"Please tell me what's wrong." He pleaded.

"I'll talk with you at lunch. Meet me in the library." I walked into class and left Michael standing there confused.

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As lunch time came around, I was pacing by a bookshelf.

"Okay, what did you want to talk about?" I heard a voice ask behind me. I jumped and turned to see Michael.

"Okay, um.." I thought about how I could word what I would say.

"Why do you.." I began, but stopped when I saw Michael staring at me.

"Why do I..?" He urged me to finish.

"Why do you put notes in my locker?" I blurted out.

His eyes widened and stayed quiet for a minute.

"I do put them in there, but they're not from me. I promise that." He rushed.

"Then who are they from?" I asked confused.

"I can't tell you." He groaned.

"Until you tell me, I will continue to think they're from you." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"They're not though!" He exclaimed.

"Then who are they from?"

"Ashton."