Caesar's Rose

Chapter 78

"....I need a break from everything. I am actually losing my mind. I really miss you, blue eyes. But I guess I deserve the treatment you are giving me. Take care of yourself. I love you.
Caesar.

My heart tightened as I looked up from the note. I felt my eyes tearing up as I blinked. I let out a breath as I held the hand of my bag and walked towards the school building.

I entered the building and walked along the busy hallway, feeling terrible. I didn't listen to whatever he had to say last night and now the note. It says he is hurting, and it hurts me too, but I still can't bring myself to speak to him. I don't understand why I feel this way.

I do care about him but I just...... I just don't want to speak to him.

I need time.

I am still upset.

I don't think I would want to have anything to do with him again.

I just don't know.

Getting to my locker, I unzipped my bag and took out my keys. I opened my locker with my keys and I saw a note on my notebooks.

I scoffed slightly.

What is this now?

Sighing, I reached for the note and opened it.

It read, "SORRY,"

I furrowed my brows at the word.

Sorry?

Sorry for what?

What the...... whoever this person is, he or she has to stop.

"I don't want the notes! Stop please!" I said a little aloud, not minding the students around.

Why should I? The person might be around.

"I hope you heard me!" I said loudly, looking to my left and my right. The students are looking at me.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Is she deranged?"

They muttered as I walked past.

I heaved a sigh as I clenched the note and took out my notebook for the day. I closed my locker and locked it up.

I walked towards the trash can and threw the paper into the trash can. I was about to turn when....

"Rosy!" Joey called, approaching me with excitement in his eyes.

"Joey, hey," I said.

"You look unhappy. What's wrong?"

I let out a sigh. "A lot is wrong, Joey," I said, as we walked.

"Geez," he said, stopping us on our tracks.

"I think I have something that would cheer you up." He said, making me look at him.

"What's...."

He took out some familiar notes.

"Aren't these notes from the mysterious person?" I asked, taking the notes from him.

"Uh huh." He said.

"How are they going to cheer me up?"

"It is not the notes. But the person that wrote them," he said, smiling.

I furrowed my brows. "What?"

He nodded. "I told you I was a detective. I have found the person writing these notes for you."

"Really? Who? You know what, I don't even want to know." I said, taking a step to continue our walk to class.

"Whoa, whoa," Joey stopped me again, standing in front of me.