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Chapter 3 - A New Friend?

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Aspen's POV
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It was lunch break and everyone was sitting at their own tables in the cafeteria. But I like to sit outside. Apart from the noise that the boys made on the fields, it was much more quiet then inside of the cafeteria.

It also reminded me of my old house that I had when I was eleven. Quiet, relaxing and spacious.

Since I wasn't so hungry today, I didn't eat my lunch. It was also because I was too busy staring that the crinkled paper that I held between two fingers.

Another note fell out of my locker. Although today, I didn't hesitate to pick it up. I knew what it was and I was strangely too excited to see it.

Because lately, something strange has been happening, but a good strange. Something different to my normal, boring and depressing life.

I read the note once again, and sighed. I smiled like an idiot as I read the writing, which says:

Dear Mysterious Girl
Did you really slip over your own blood?
That's hilarious.
Okay, time for another pick-up line.
Let me think...
I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I wouldn't forget a pretty face like that.
I'm funny.
Okay, bye for now.
The Mysterious Boy.

I felt happy again and completely forgot about what happened this morning. When Tiffany was walking past, trailing Harry along with her, she smiled at me. But it wasn't a nice smile, oh no. She won't do those anymore. It was as if she was planning something got to do with me. Of course it made me suspicious, because we are talking about me here. But I tried to take my mind off it because I don't know anything for sure. Yet.

I took a deep breath in and plastered a smile onto my face.

"Hey, what're you smiling about?" A familiar voice said from behind me. I spin around and saw Monica standing there. It was only yesterday that she helped fix me up in the bathrooms. That stupid blood incident got blood all over my face and I had to walk around with red stains on my face. And to make it worse, I did my make up really well. I mean, you should of seen how I covered up my redness and how well I winged my eyeliner. It was jaw dropping. I smile at her and shrugged. She took a seat next to me, which was on the old school bench, and snatched the note out of my hands. "Dear Mysterious Girl..." Her eyes scanned the paper as I tried to get it back. Monica had a firm hand on my shoulder as I squirm, reaching for the love note that she was holding as far away from me as possible. "Someone has a secret admirer, huh?" After I knew that she finished reading it and it was pointless getting it back, I slumped back into by position. She looked at me and I shrugged again. "This is some adorable crap. Do you know who it is?" I shook my head sadly and she frowned.

"Monica!" A voice screeched. We both looked up at the same time to see Tiffany the b*tch running towards us. Her blonde hair was bouncing as she walked in her expensive looking high heels. She wore a pink tight dress with black leggings underneath. She also wore a pink and black jacket over the dress. I've got to say, for someone as 'popular' as her, she's got some foul fashion sense.

"Oh boy." I heard Monica mumble and I giggled a little. We both watched her angry red face in pure boredom. It's nothing we've never experienced.