"I have no idea what you're even talking about!" Casey tell me. Unable to reach her the night before, I end up hunting her down before homeroom. Were standing in the lockers. "I didn't leave anything in your mailbox" she continues, "Least of all a picture of you with a heart around it. I mean, come on, how cheesy-nineteen-seventies-stalker-movie is that?"
"Are you sure? I won't be mad" I say, "Seriously, Hannah" She rolls her eyes and checks herself out in the mirror she had in her locker. "If i were weirdo enough to go running around taking pictures of people behind their backs, do you honestly think I'd start with you? No offense, of course". "None taken" I say. "I mean, let's face it" she continues, "I can take pictures of you anytime. The boy's swim team on the other hand...now that's a different story" She slams her locker door shut, her palms positioned over her stuffed chest, trying to get herself somewhat appropriate.
"What do you thin?" she asks, talking about her dress, It's black, sleeved, and knee length, with a giant silver bow that sits at the waist. "Very cute" i say looking at her, "It's beyond cute" she says, correcting me. "It makes me feel like a walking present", "Now who shall be the birthday boy?" she says looking around the hallway, her gaze goes to Matt Lancaster, standing across the hall with his soccer teammates. Matt bends down to tie his shoelace, sending Casey into an absolute tizzy.
"So beautiful" she places her hand over her well insulated chest, completely taken back. "I mean, honestly how does no one get an ass like that? So firm... and big". "Unlike your gift-wrapped boobs" i say, "Excuse me?", "I hate to break this to you, but i have more pressing issues to contend with than Matt Lancaster's butt cheeks" she says. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Maybe, Tyler left it" I press on, refusing to drop the hole photo issue. "Left what?" She said, still eyeing Matt. "Forget it!" I sigh. "Wait are we still talking about the picture?", "Yeah, It probably was Tyler" she continues, "He is taking photography this year. Plus, he's done stupid stuff like this before. Last year he left a Teletubby wrapped in my duffel bag, along with a note hat said 'Save me, I'm suffocating'"
"I'm not even going to ask" i say, "Bottom line, I wouldn't obsess over it, especially when there are way more detectable things to obsess over" she started longly at Matt. "You're hopeless" i tell her, "Hopelessly in love" she fans herself.
"The weird thing," I continue, "is that the picture was taken yesterday. I recognized my outfit, meaning whoever took it developed it the same day it was left in my mailbox", " So?" she says. "Ever hear of one hour photo?", "Actually i think someone printed it at home. It looked a little rough in the edges"
"I have to go", I say checking the hallways clock. There's only a minute left before homeroom, and i have a full two minute to walk over there. I turn away, but not even three steps. I end up smacking right into Matt Lancaster's chest. "Sorry" I say, wondering how that just happened, and noticing how his clothes smell.
"No worries" He smiles. "I enjoyed it" He lingers for just a moment too long before finally continuing down the hallway. A second later, Casey twirls me back around to face her, "Oh my god, I absolutely hate you!" she says. "What did it feel like? What did he smell like?"
"Casey" I say, "get a grip". "A grip around him, i hope" she says. I watch Matt walk down the hallway At the same moment, he turns to look back. He waves in our direction, and i wave back. But Casey, too busy fanning herself again, doesn't even notice.
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Last Chapter Of The Day ! - s.s ; 9.10.15
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deadly secret
Ficção AdolescenteI could have died three months ago. Ever since, things haven't quite been the same for me. A girl who was almost died by getting ran over by a car but got saved by a mystery man who disappeared after the accident. 3 Months passed and she still thou...
