At the end of the day, I went to my locker again to dump my stuff. I opened the door, and out fell another note. What in the hell? Does this person expect a note back from whoever they're trying to give it to? Maybe I should leave a sticky note on the front of my locker that says, 'WRONG LOCKER, GO AWAY' on it. I grabbed the note up off the floor like I had after lunch, and looked at it.
It read: I saw you on your way to class after lunch. You looked like you'd been crying a lot, because your eyes were all red and you were sort of pouting. My heart broke to see you so upset, but I do have to admit, you look terribly cute when you're pouting. I hope you feel better!
Ok, this just got a little creepy. Unless there was someone else who'd been crying after lunch, looking that way when they went to class, then these notes must be meant for me to see. But who, in this school of meanies, would ever give me notes like this? Unless this really is a joke to get my hopes up with. I didn't even know that I was pouting earlier, but I guess this person finds it cute. Who on Earth could this even be? The only guy I know, assuming that this is a guy, that doesn't despise me is Johnny. It wouldn't be him, would it?
I took the note and put it in my backpack, where the other one was, and then started walking towards the exit where Johnny would be waiting to walk home with me. He was going to come over for a while so I could help him study for a test in algebra he has to take tomorrow. But then I stopped, and decided to do the sticky note thing, just to see what would happen.
I went back and opened my locker again, grabbing a sticky note from the stack I had on the top shelf of my locker. I grabbed a pen out of my bag and wrote in big letters, 'WRONG LOCKER, GO AWAY' and I stuck it to the door before shutting it. Then, I walked towards the exit, ready to actually leave this time.
Johnny saw me approaching him, and he smiled at me. "Hey, how was your day?" He knows the answer he's going to get, but he's still nice enough to ask.
"Awful. Yours?"
"It was pretty good. The guys didn't come after me as much today." He announced lightly as we walked outside and headed down the sidewalk.
"That's good, at least you have those days where they let up for a while." I said.
"Yeah. They don't come very often, but I take advantage of 'em when they do." Johnny grinned a little, happy to have just a tiny bit of freedom today. What a lucky little bastard.
When we got back to my house, we went into the kitchen and sat down at the table, where he laid out his algebra stuff. I had him get a piece of paper, and I wrote down ten different questions for him to answer that covered the things he's been learning. When I finished writing them all down, I passed the paper to him.
"Answer those questions, without your notes, and take your time." I closed his book so he couldn't peek. "When you're done, I will look them over and direct you to a place in your notes and textbook that will help you fix any mistakes. But, if you really can't find the answer, I'll help you. In the meantime, I'm gonna get a Coke, you want one?"
"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks." He said. I nodded and got up from the table, getting us both a soda. I set his down beside him on the table and then sat down with mine, opening it and beginning to take small sips of it while Johnny took a swig of his and then started on the questions.
While he was doing his algebra, I had my backpack sitting on the floor beside me. I reached down and unzipped one of the smaller pockets, taking out the two notes I found in my locker today. While keeping them hidden from his view incase he glanced over, I peeked at his work to compare his handwriting with the one on the notes. They weren't even close to being similar, but I guess he could always change his handwriting by writing a different way, or even have someone write the notes for him. I'm still not completely sold on the idea that it's Johnny who's doing this, though.
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World Behind My Wall (A7X/The Rev)
FanficRylie Spencer has been tormented since the eighth grade when an awful rumor was started about her, and from there, the rumors never ended. Each and every one has followed her into high school, just like the four bullies that never give her a break...
