"Take a seat!" the teacher said. I ran over to my seat before she could get onto me for sitting ontop of my desk. Justin took a seat next to me. We both exchanged looks, and giggled like little girls.
"No laughing." the teacher spat as she scribbled on the board our math classwork for the day. I frowned at how much work she was giving us. Something touched my arm, and I jumped. Justin held in his laughter as he slid a note under my arm.
"Jerk pod." I muttered as I unfolded the peice of paper with the cover of my math book.
Heyo buddyo! was what it said. I looked at Justin, and smiled. I scribbled down a quick message, and smiled.
Your a dork I wrote, and slid it across the floor so the teacher wouldn't see. He picked it up, and shot me a look as he read my message.
"It's the truth." I whispered.
"Jillian!" the teacher said, standing. I looked at her, mentaly kicking myself for even saying a word. "Would you like to share with the class, what you and Justin are discussing instead of working?"
I bit my lip, and shrugged, standing. "I said that Justin was a dork, and he gave me a look. I said its the truth...and that's about it." I took a seat, and gave the teacher a smile before looking down at my math book, scribbling on the paper random numbers.
When I looked back up, the teacher was reading a magazine she brough. I looked at Justin, who was red in the face. I looked at the teacher before kicking his knee. He jumped at the impact, and I smiled.
He passed the note again, and I unfolded it to read :
How about we stick to writing down the words instead of whispering. You suck at whispering. I kicked Justin again, and he shrugged. I snuck a peek at the teacher before writting down my response.
Shut up.
I sent it across the floor, and went back to work. I knew if I looked at Justin, I'd bust out laughing for no reason. He does that to me all the time, and I always get busted.
I finished half the work when the bell rang. Justin and I ran off, throwing our note away in the trash as we walked out into the crowded halls.
Justin walked with me to my locker, where he leaned cooly against the brick wall of the halls. I put in my combination and opened my locker door.
A note fell out. Justin picked it up, unfolding it.
"Hello?" I said, taking it from his hands. "I do believe it says Jillian, not Justin." Justin frowned, but read the note over my shoulder.
Hello Jillian,
As you may have noticed, this is a note that has fallen out of your locker. :) I was just wondering...how are you on this fine day, my pretty. You probably, hopefully haeve no idea who this is...just thought I'd drop by, and say...I've liked you for a while...but I'm scared that you would never like me back....
Well...have a great day/weekend!! :D
Love, Your Secret Admirer....
"Alright, ha ha funny Justin." I said, shoving the note into my backpack as I slammed my locker door and headed towards the intrance.
"Whats so funny?" he asked.
"Your note." I said, laughing. "I'm not that stupid." Justin walked ahead of me, holding the door open so I could walk through, like he usually does.
"I didn't write that?" he said.
"Oh really? Who else in this school knows where my locker is?" I asked. "Or did this note just magically appear in my locker?"
