Messages,thoughs, feelings, and probloms.

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by cookiehaliey

by cookiehaliey

Gavin POV.

I keep getting anonymous texts. Why? They are like

Don't do it.
And
Ur soups cute
And
Ur soo cool.
And
We will never speak if you do it. Don't do it!
And
You'll be sorry if you do it!!

Don't so what?!?I have no clue if this girl is hitting on me, wants to kill me?!? Oh and that's not weird at all there is a paper plane coming through my window. It's at note. Shocker... It's anonymous.. It reads

Dear soups cute Gavin
If you can't tell by my texts I really like you and I don't want to to do something. Have you figured that much out. I hope so. Well anyway I'm staying anonymous for now. Sorry Gavin if tell you but I can't risk it. Anyways I do really like you and that thing I don't want to to do well it football it's so hoer cute that you like it and it's awesome (btw congrats) but your such a great guy and if you. became a jerk then id be sad. Or if you got hurt. No no no.

The weirdest though came to my head I wish these were from Maya the friend of mine that I like. But they can't be she is super mad at me. She can't like me.

3 days before the game.

I try talking to maya who I've kinda convinced to be my friend again only kinda. Oh well.

At the game

I've been soooo nervous but my new friend Ben who has been on the team for 2 years now is helping me through it. I got 2 more notes and 12 more texts. Wow.

Lilypov.

I'm in the stadium with Owen(AND NO LOLA. YAYAYAAYA). Dave, Gabbi(shocker they actually came!), Maya, and Roy(a friend of Gavin's) 3hr later.

Announcer- AND THE HAWKS WIN!!!! Who is that kid that scored that final point? GAVIN!? The new kid.

Everyone picks up Gavin's and cheers for him I hug him and he smiles Gabbi hugs him and we all go to the after dance.

Gavin POV

At the dance I final get away from the guys and find maya we talk and she congratulates me

Me- so are we still friends

Maya- well yeah but I'm just worried about losing you...as a friend.

Me- maya your my best friend you'll never lose me.

I try to take her hand but she walks away. This is gonna be a hard year. 7th grade.... Fun... Not.