Frozen Heart

Chapter Three: The Crazy Has Hit

A paper plane silently landed on my desk as I yawned, trying my best to stay awake during History. It took me a couple of seconds to realise the strange shaped paper that rested on my notebook. The old history teacher didn't seem to notice that most of his students were passing notes every time he went to write something on the white board. Since Penelope wasn't in this class I had no idea who would send me a note.

I glanced nervously around to make sure no one was trying to indicate that they accidentally sent me a note for someone else. I picked up the badly constructed paper plane with my thumb and forefinger, making sure to keep it at a safe distance in case a bug or something jumped out.

Yes, I realised I was being a little bit too cautious but I didn't want to take any chances.

It had been two days since I had run home in a panic from what my mother called 'my imaginary stalker', but I knew that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. I mean, I hoped it wasn't.

My brain wasn't awesome enough to actually make up a voice and I was pretty sure that it wasn't my conscience since most consciences at least have some same qualities as the person hearing it. So now I went through the days with caution, always looking behind my shoulder and making sure to get home before sunset. I'm not sure Penelope picked up on my uneasiness but even if she had she didn't show it. Then again she does know me very well and was probably just thinking that I was having one of my moments.

Time of the month kind of thing... The pain and suffering a woman has to go through every month for about a week.

Lucky me that it wasn't my time, but instead I was being stalked by some crazed guy with a seductive, playful voice that gave me the chills, not the bad ones may I add. Just thinking about the way my body reacted to his voice made me feel a tiny bit sick; I'll just slide in the word dirty as well.

I've never actually had anyone make a paper plane especially for me (even if it was terrible) so it took me awhile to finally open it, gently pushing down the creases to make it easier to read the small handwriting. My eyes slowly read over the neat cursive words, a small blush slowly creeping it's way across my face.

'I just happened to glance your way and noticed that you seemed to be half asleep and drooling on your History notebook. Just wanted to wake you up before Mr Oldy over there gave you a detention!

P.S: You happen to have a very adorable sleeping face ☺! Try to stay awake in class'

I covered my face with my hands, just barely holding in an embarrassed squeal. I don't usually fall asleep in class but my mind had been racing for the last couple of days trying to figure out who was following me. As my eyes focused back to the teacher who was still talking about god only knows, I wiped a line of drool off my chin and glanced around suspiciously. I read over the note again and realized that there was no name, so I had no idea who just witnessed me in such a humiliating state.

After about 10 minutes of me panicking and thinking that whoever saw me was most defiantly going to tell everyone about my little sleeping situation, I heard a low chuckle from my right causing the teacher to stop his gibberish and focus on the student sitting next to me.

Everyone seemed to stop in mid movement, either they were doodling in their notebooks, secretly passing notes or even having a quiet chat; they all stopped and waited to see what would happen.

I didn't recognise the boy sitting next to me.

Maybe he was new?

Either way, I didn't really care since I was still trying to figure out who sent me that plane.