𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

The Necklace Theory

I saw a theory similar to this years ago, but I made this entire thing up.

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Clove wasn't always a superstitious or theoretical type of person, but there was a theory she believed.

The Necklace Theory: The theory in which after a first date or first encounter, you drop your necklace on purpose or leave it with them. That way, they have an excuse to come see you again.

She wasn't really one to fall in love or try stupid theories, but then she met this one boy. This boy had her knee-deep in it. So, she tried the theory.

"Thanks again for helping me," she smiled, picking her math books up off the library table and adjusting them in her arms.

"Of course," he grinned back warmly. "I'm going to go grab something. Have a good night."

"Thanks, you too." She smiled and started to leave. Then, a thought hit her. The theory. This guy was cute. Like, hella cute. And he was smart and funny and kind. She liked that. So she tried the theory.

She sat down her books and quickly unclipped her necklace, throwing it on the floor near the chair he was sitting in. She rapidly picked the books back up and ran out. She hoped that nobody saw her, and that he would see the necklace.

***

A knock on the door startled Clove. She had just gotten home a couple of hours ago, and she started working on dinner.

"One second!" She called, quickly stirring the warm soup on the stove and running to get the door.

When she opened it she found the guy who was tutoring her in math. Did it work?! Did the theory work?!

"Hey," he smiled, his teeth somehow extra white in the bright sunlight.

"Oh, h-hey," she stuttered, leaning against the door frame.

"Umm..." he stared at her for a moment as if he had forgotten what he was there for. His baby blue eyes sparkled in the sun that was shining through the clouds. He was tall. Much taller than her, at least. To be fair, she was pretty short. But he was super tall, too. About six-foot two. Much higher than her five-foot four self. She stared at his large, toned muscles for a moment. Her gaze moved to his spiked blonde hair, and then back to him.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah. Umm..." he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. "You left this at school." He held her gold locket in front of her. It worked!!

"Oh my gosh, I've been looking for that everywhere!" She lied. "Thank you so much!" She took the locket and clipped it on, grinning.

"Oh, yeah, of course."

"Hey, how'd you find my house?"

"Oh, I just asked your friend. I caught her on my way out. Johanna, I think."

"Yup, that's the one."

"Right."

There was an awkward moment of silence.

"I should probably get goin-" he started.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?!" She blurted. Oops.

He looked shocked. "Oh! Umm, yeah, of course. What are you, umm... having?" He turned his head at her.

"Well since it's so cold I made some soup. It's my specialty. Here, come in."

"Thanks." He sent her a warm smile - to which she returned - as he walked in.

She grabbed a bowl and ladled the soup into it, then placed it in front of him on the table.

He grabbed the spoon that was placed in front of him as well, and immediately dug in, not focusing on how hot it was. He had to admit, he was hungry.

"This is really good!" He couldn't help but exclaim.

"Thanks!" She grinned, sitting down across from him and placing a bowl in front of herself. "You can have seconds if you'd like. Mom's not gonna be home til' late." She pushed her dark hair behind her ears and blew on her spoonful of soup before shoveling it in her mouth.

"What about your dad?"

"Oh, he won't enjoy it. Soup doesn't really taste good when you're only a pile of bones in a coffin."

"Oh. I'm so sorry, I should've-"

She held her hand up to stop him. "It's alright. You didn't know."

"Right... well..."

"What's your favorite subject?" She asked, blowing on her soup as she tried to relieve the tension.

"Math, for sure."

"Is that cause you're so good at it?"

"No, not really. I mean, it's part of it. Maybe I'm so good at it because I like it."

"That's fair," she shrugged.

"What about you?" He questioned.

"I like English. Reading and writing, words, etc. It's all so fascinating."

"Interesting."

***

Later, after the boy had gone home, Clove made him a contact in her phone. He had given her his number before he left so they could keep in contact for future tutoring.

She smiled as she typed the name "Cato" into her new contact. She had a feeling that the necklace theory had worked its magic quite well.

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