New Life at South Park High: Craig Tucker x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two

It's been three weeks now.  Craig and Kyle are both playing again, and just in  time, too.  Districts was starting soon and we had a pretty solid chance of going to state.  As for volleyball, most would say we had no chance of making it, but they would be demined wrong.  We lost in the first round, but we at least made it.  And, considering how the beginning of the season went, making it to state was a pretty big accomplishment. 

The most important part of the week was that I've had no boys in my life as a romantic interest.  Some have tried, but I turned them down right away.  The main reason I haven't talked to anyone is because of Craig.  I wanted to talk to him the most out of anyone.  I wanted to know what happened with him and Kyle, but most importantly, I wanted how he felt about me from him.  But I couldn't, I've tired, but he doesn't seem to want to talk to me.  Every time I'd try to talk to him, he would brush me off or roll his eyes.  He, also, ignores my text messages.  Plus, every time I look at him, I get a glare or nasty look. So, I decided to put an anonymous not in his locker telling him to met me at Stark's Pond on Saturday at 5:00.

~Time Skip to Saturday~

Dad woke me up that morning planning to take me to the car dealership, finally.  It got to be my choice so I got a (whatever you drive).  We spent most of the day together working on my driving skills so when I got home I hardly had any time.

I quickly changed into dark skinnies and slid on my boots.  Then I ran past my mirror causing me to stop dead in my tracks.  I quickly went to the bathroom and put some make-up on.  I made sure to go fast but kept it clean.  Then, I brushed though my hair and applied deodorant and perfume.  I ran downstairs and put my coat on followed by my (f/c) beanie and matching gloves.

"Bye, Dad, I'm going to Stark's Pond to met a friend, I'll text you on how late I'll be," I announced leaving the house. 

*Craig's P.O.V.*

I sat at the bench at Stark's Pond holding my phone and the note I received.  I reread over the note hoping to find any clue to who may have put it in my locker.  Unfortunately, it was typed so my clues were limited.

Craig, met me at Stark's Pond on Saturday at 5:00.

I just hoped it wasn't another girl trying to get with me, again.  I'd much rather get into another fight than deal with another one of those awkward situations. 

I looked at my phone again.  It was 5:02.  I was ready to leave until a (y/v) pull up.  It had the dealerships license plates on it, yet.  I didn't recognize it at all.

 Great, this could be anyone.