High school torture

locker note

I opened my locker to find a letter toppling out of it. I quickly caught it, and carefully ripped it open, examining the peach colored paper with a poem written on it.
'Dear May,
Might I just say,
That the way you make me feel,
I know that it is real,
I know im not a poet,
But at least i tried,
I havent lied,
Just wanted you to know it'
The attempt at a poem made me melt inside.

At the bottom was, what I assume, his number.

For the rest of the day, i felt giggly, like myself, not a the shy person I pretend to be.

When school finally ended, i rushed home. It was only a 10 minute walk.
Once i got home, i hurried to my room and texted the number saying -hey. Its May.
A few seconds later i got a reply.
-Hey. So, about that dinner.
I replied
-Sounds good. When and where?
-I'll take you after school, and where is a surprise, but dress casual
-ok?
-see you then
I had remembered he was held back in 3rd grade, so he was 16, almost 17, and had a car.

"Hey mom. Me and Lexi are going to the mall tomorrow after school for a little while and then we are going to go see a movie, so I'm not exactly sure when I'll be home." I lied. I didn't like lying like that to her, but im not allowed to date while I live under 'her roof'. No temptations.

She slowly looked up at me. "Ok." She muttered suspiciously, then coninuing sewing my brother Triston's shirt he had ripped previously that day.