Prom?

Prom? [1]

What the hell is this? I thought as I noticed a note on my desk. Looking around hesitantly, I couldn’t see anyone in particular watching me. I quickly unfolded the note, wanting to find out who it was from.

"My dearest Lesly:

I’ve admired you from afar for too long,

I’m writing you poetry because of our song,

A man desperate for a chance,

Will you accompany me to The Dance?

I would love to have you by my side,

My feelings for you are as deep as the ocean is wide,

Clues I will leave for you to find,

I pray after the last one you’ll be mine,

This is the first one of seven,

When you get to English look to Heaven,

That’s where I am when I’m with you,

There you will find clue number two."

"Holy Crap..." I mumbled without even thinking. Who on earth could this be from? I noticed Robert slip into class just after the tardy bell rang. Of course Mrs. Sanchez said nothing, he was her favorite student after all. He took his usual seat behind me and class started.

"Now I know it’s early in the morning, but please try to focus. If we finish this section by the end of class, there will be no homework over the weekend. I know you guys don’t want the extra work and I really don’t want to have to grade those papers, so please just cooperate. Would you please turn to page 103 in your textbooks?" Mrs. Sanchez said as she turned to write vocabulary words on the board. Tucking the note in my folder I quickly turned to the proper page, putting the mysterious note out of my mind.

Once Mrs. Sanchez started in on her lecture, the entire class lost interest. Don’t get me wrong, Mrs. Sanchez was an amazing teacher and we all loved her, but no one pays attention in 1st period history class, especially on Friday. Half the class put their heads down to either sleep or text, while the other half of us worked on last night’s unfinished homework assignments. Add the usual lack of interest in history to the fact that prom was a mere month away, and anyone could see why none of the class was paying attention. The air practically hummed with anticipation. I started doodling in my notebook until my thoughts drifted to Robert. At the moment he was bouncing his leg while his foot was on the back of my chair, causing my whole desk to shake. I was debating telling Robert to shove it, when the shaking suddenly stopped. I honestly didn’t care why it stopped, I was just thankful for the peace. So when I felt his hot breath on my neck a moment later, I almost jumped out of my chair.

"What’re you drawing there?" Robert whispered. I felt chills go up my spine as his words tickled against my ear.

"None of you damn business. I value my personal space, so kindly remove yourself from it. Thank you, and have a pleasant day," I retorted in a fake-polite fashion.

"Oh, someone’s being feisty today. I like them with a little spice," he chuckled as he leaned back into his seat. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes with a smirk on his face, looking very much like the arrogant bad boy jerk he was. Checking my urge to slap the smirk off his face, I turned back to the mess of shapes I had made in my notebook. I had just settled back into my state of calm when the shaking started up again. My annoyance had reached it peak.

"If you do not take your damn foot off the back of my chair in the next five seconds, I will break it off and move it for you," I snarled at the asshole behind me. Of course that was when Mrs. Sanchez paused her lecture to ask a question, so the room was dead silent during my outburst.

"Ms. Spencer, that kind of talk is not permitted in my class. I hope you have no plans after school, you just earned yourself a detention." With a quick scan to see who was paying attention, she resumed her mind-numbing lecture.

"Ha, sucker. Have fun in detention. Maybe you could use that time to draw me a pretty picture," Robert taunted with a self-satisfied smirk. What a wonderful way to start the day, right?