Teenage Dirtbag

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-Noel-

Harry had just walked passed Will and I, thinking I wouldn't see him. Did it really hurt him that much to be around me? I mean, I get that he's doing this for us, but he doesn't realize how much pain I get from this.
"It's gonna be okay, I promice." I smiled at Will, sitting down in the booth across from him. "I just feel like he is completely avoiding me, or he hates me.." Will did whatever he could to make sure I didn't believe a thought I had.

"Don't listen to it El, it's not good for you and you know it. Just, for now, figure out you." I turned my mug, nodding at him.

"Your right. I shouldn't let my sorrow revolve around him. I shouldn't let him get to me and I kind of hate myself for doing so." He did a sharp nod, clapping his hands together.

"There's the Noel I know." I smiled, showing my teeth. It felt great, amazing even. I felt better to just focus on me, and not worry about what he will think, do or even say.

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The drive back to my house was filled with tears and smudged mascara. I sat in the driveway for about ten minutes before noticing a box sitting on my porch. I slowly got out, wiping my eyes.

I looked around the yard, seeing if anyone was near. Not once had I gotten a box left on my front step.

I picked it up, opening the door and looking around the yard again before shutting it. I walked up the stairs, hearing the scratches of Mishka's nails against the hardwood floor.

"Come on girl!" She ran up, jumping on my bed before I could even turn the light on.

"I missed you.." She had been at the vet for a while, having her surgery. I thought she'd be gone by last week, but the vet said she made it safely through the procedure, making her stay for the rest of the week. Now, she was happy and jumpy like before she left.

Her wet tounge met with my cheek, nudging against my stomach. "Oh!" She bumped into me, trying to wrestle like we usually did. For a two year old, she sure does have way more energy than I thought she did.

I set the box on the bed, her nose instantly investing it. She growled, then barked once. I started to get a bit scared as my hands met with the tape.
I opened the top, seeing a white envelope on top of a pile of tissue paper.

I opened the envelope, tossing the paper in the trash. The card had a rose on the front, nothing else. I opened it, seeing a cursive writing I had been so used to. I looked at it, grabbing my old letter from Harry.

The cursive didn't match, but it was so similar I thought it might have been.

I thought you might like this. Since the theme is masquerade, you'll just have to find the man who bought you it.

-X

I closed the card, gently pulling the tissue paper out to see a familiar pink fabric. I covered my mouth, holding up a part of the dress. There was no way someone would buy this for me. I shut the box, pushing it away from me. I felt sick, the dress was at least $500 dollars and someone had anonymously placed it on my door step.

But the only question that sprang through my mind was who?