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Chapter Two - The Popular Guy

Aspen ^
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As I lean against my locker, I watched everyone pass by in a blur. Today I decided to wear my hair differently. Long, brown plaits come out of my hoodie and draped over my chest. I have my large headphones over my ears and I am blasting Death of a Bachelor into my eardrums.

The death of a bachelor
Oh, oh, oh
Letting the water fall
The death of a bachelor
Oh, oh, oh
Seems so fitting for
Happily ever after
How could I ask for more?
A lifetime of laughter
At the expense of the death of bachelor

As I nod my head to the beat, I flicked out my watch, checking the time. 8:35. As it was almost time for class, I opened my locker to grab my Maths books.

Damn you maths.

And what a great start to the day, am I right? A relaxing class of doing maths. I may look like I know what I'm doing, but I really don't. Maths is my weakness.

I slammed the door open and watched a small slip of paper fly out gracefully before lightly land onto the ground. I look around, wondering why this suspicious looking piece of paper fell out of my locker and not the chick's next to mine, Monica's.

But, I better pick it up before a group of teenagers stampede over it.

I pick it up and looked around again, looking for any suspicious-looking people. It didn't look like there were any people giggling and pointing at me. Memories flooding into my mind like a tsunami and hit me so suddenly I could feel it physically. So many bad memories.

A shiver travelled down my spine thinking about it. I felt as if this was a trick; a dare. I stare and the folded paper. Should I open it? Should I not?

Screw it, like my day is doing to get worse somehow.

I unfold the paper, which looked like it came out of a notebook, and read the surprisingly neat writing, saying:

Dear the Mysterious Girl.
What's your name? I didn't catch it.
Whatever it is, I'd like to know.
Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.
I'm funny.
Okay, bye for now.
The Mysterious Boy.

Okay, everyone stop and take a moment to just...

Did he just...?

Wow. Just, wow.

I accidentally smile like an idiot, making a few people stare at me. I make myself frown purposely - which is rare for me because I naturally frown all the time - and I put the cheesy love letter back into my locker. Man, I'm saving that pick up line for later.

The mysterious girl and boy, huh? It's got a catch on it.

But, the one thing that made me unhappy is that how do I know if it's a trick or not.

My frown became real and it grew wider thinking about it. It probably is. Who would do that for me? I'm just the Lonely Girl who nobody wants to talk to or even look at.