The Note [Katy Perry Fan-Fiction]

Chapter Four Mystery

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"Good morning, Olivia." I greet Olivia, she is looking in her mirror that is in her locker, like usually.

"Hey, Hillary." She smiles at me, closing her locker.

"So, Friday." I start. "That was really fun. Where did you go when you left me at the bar?" I question.

"Ooh, Uhm." She laughs "I went with some guys." She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Ew!" I hit her shoulder. "And some?" I question, raising my eyebrows at her.

Olivia blushes mad at my comment "I think I had a little too much that Friday." She laughs.

"Yeah, I think you did too." I walk past her to my locker, her following behind me.

"My mom got home early Saturday morning and saw my house a complete mess." I sigh. "I got in a lot of trouble." I say opening my locker.

"Ah, that sucks." She frowns and leans on her locker.

My locker opens and a little piece of paper falls out.

"Again?" I groan, earning a laugh from Olivia. I thought this note was just a one time thing, I didn't expect another note in my locker again.

I open up the folded notebook paper, seeing the same neat handwriting as last time.

'Wow you really know how to host a party. I was watching you Friday (;'
- The Note

I show the note to Olivia and she shakes her head. "Who could that be?" She asks me, not like I going to know.

"I honestly- I don't know." I admit, shaking my head and crumbling up the note, throwing it in my locker and slamming it shut.

"Hey, Hillary." Someone says to me. I turn my head and Katy is waving at me.

"Hi." I wave back, smiling.

She is wearing a black dress with white polka dots on it, with a red rose below her left shoulder, along with black pumps. She changed her hair color, again. It's black except it has purple and blue at the ends on her hair. How many times does she hate her hair color? Her hair is going to fall apart one day.

She walks past Olivia and I and she walks towards her locker.

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After last class ends, Olivia and I walk out of class, heading to our lockers. I open my locker and put my textbooks inside, my backpack becoming lighter.

"You wanna walk home together?" Olivia asks, slamming her locker shut as turning to me.

"Sure." I smile. I close my locker and walk side by side with Olivia.

Olivia walk on the sidewalk in our small neighborhood in silence. I kick rocks that are around me and step on leaves, they make a crunch sound when my foot comes in contact with the leaves.

"So," Olivia starts. "How many times have you received 'The note'?" She asks putting her fingers up when she says 'the note'.

"Only a couple of times." I sigh. "It's kinda annoying, I really want to find out who is putting those notes in my locker." I admit as I kick another rock.

"I have a plan!" Olivia stops walking.

"What is it?"

"Tomorrow before school, we should get to school early. We can hide in the bathrooms and see if we see anyone put a ore in your locker." She suggests.

"That's a great idea!" I gasp. "Tomorrow?" I suggest.

"Yeah, tomorrow." She nods. "Let's meet in the bathrooms at about 7:15."

"Alright." I nod.

I really hope that tomorrow we can see who is putting those notes in my locker. It's kinda creeping me out because I feel like some random person is stalking me.
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The next morning, I arrive at school at seven. I'm kind of early, since Olivia and I are meeting at 7:15, but I just wanted to be on time.

I walk into the bathrooms, and sure enough Olivia is not here yet. I play on my phone while I wait for her and fix myself up in the mirror.

I hear footsteps coming closer to the bathroom and Olivia comes into the bathroom.

"Hey." She sits down on the sink. "How long have you been waiting for me?" Olivia asks.

"Well it's 7:12 now so I've been waiting almost fifteen minutes."

Olivia opened her mouth to say something but the doors opening caught our attention.

We walk to the corner of the lockers see some boy walking down the hall.

"Who is that?" I whisper to Olivia.

"That's Thomas, maybe he's the guy putting the notes in the locker." She explains.

Sure enough, Thomas went up to my locker and put a piece of notebook paper inside.

"Hey!" Olivia shouts to Thomas.

Thomas jumps from the fright and turns around and faces Olivia. "So you were the one putting notes in the locker, huh?" Olivia crosses her arms.

"I- uh- it's not me!" He puts his hands up on defense. "The real person writing the notes is making me put them in Hillary's locker."

"Who?" I ask.

"Can't tell you that." He raises his eyebrows and walks back outside.
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