A Letter (2)

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~they are in 8th grade in this~

Caspar POV

After debating for some time, I decided I was going to give it to him. In social studies. I'm going to give it to him and tell him to read it after school.

In the morning, I found it where I had left in on my nightstand last night, and took it downstairs to where all my school stuff is. I take a deep breath and put it in my backpack.

I figure since it's Friday, she'll have time to mull it over over the weekend. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I guess it's just a yolo moment. God, did I really just say that? I really am nervous.

The entire bus ride was stressful. I was just thinking of the possible ways he could react. I had some distracted conversations with my friend Louise, but my mind was on Joe. It always was.

I got to school and started stressing immediately. I had texted my friend Josh last night about it, and after I'd gotten out all my stuff, I pointed to it in my pencil case. He fanboyed a little bit.

I sat in front of my locker for the longest time until the bell rang. I took a deep breath and walked to math. Wait, shit! He's in my math class! I mentally groan.

Things are going well, he didn't notice me as usual. In our math class, we go over homework, and if people have questions, they say the number and then anyone can explain it on the board. Joe sits at the front of class.

I go up to solve a problem on factorization. I feel everyone's eyes on me as I stumble over my words. I'm explaining how to pull x squared out of a number, when Joe speaks up.

"You forgot the 2." Shit. That beautiful voice. Telling me I did something wrong.

"O-Oh yeah." I stutter, and quickly erase the number I wrote, flustered. I quickly solve the problem and practically run back to my seat, still fairly embarrassed.

As I sit down, I think about what I'm about to do. Should I really give this note to him? It's sappy and dumb. And it'll make him feel bad that we grew apart. I almost crumpled it up and threw it away.

But Josh said I absolutely had to do it. He said he would cry out of happiness if he got a letter like that. So I just sighed and continued correcting my homework.

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"I have social studies now." I say grimly to Josh at the end of Spanish class. He squeals, and I just roll my eyes.

My stomach twists in knots as I turn right out of the Spanish classroom. It got worse as I went into social studies. I can't believe I'm going to do this. Am I going to do this?

I sit down at my desk shakily. His desk is only two away from mine. I almost give it to him as we're sitting down, but I chicken out. I take a deep breath. I'm going to do it this class.

We have a sub today, we have some mindless task to do for the whole class to keep us busy. I'm going to give it to her when it starts.

Soon enough the sub, Mrs. Nate, says "Okay, you may start." And I take a deep breath. I wait for her to go sit down at her seat, and then an extra minute or so to be sure.

I take one last shaky breath before I get up and go to his desk. People are working with other people, so it's not a big deal that I'm out of my seat.

"Hey." I say. He looks up from his textbook, smiling. I give him the note and say, "Um, open this after school, or when there's no one around." He smiles and nods, slightly confused.

"Thank you." I smile weakly and walk back to my seat. Now we wait.

hey guys so this is basically what happened in school today. if she gives a response then i will make a part three based on that (if i feel it's not too personal/comfortable w shsring it) if not then i will make a happy ending

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