Prom?

Prom? [3]

On my way to 3rd period, I had to switch books at my locker. I also wanted to grab my latest play so I could work on it in class. My French teacher usually spent a long time going over homework, so I usually worked on it then. I warily opened my locker, not sure what to expect. On top of my stack of books sat a single beautiful daisy. Pulling it out, I felt myself smile. Daisies were my favorite flowers. I searched through my stack of books but couldn’t find a note. Disappointed, I switched out the texts I held for the ones needed next period and slipped my play into my bag. Just as I went to close the locker, I caught sight of a small folded square sticking through the vents. I pulled it out and unfolded it eagerly. The notebook paper looked as if it had been hastily ripped from a journal. The page held only one line.

My dearest Lesly: Go to the main office at lunch for clue 4.

"This is going to drive me nuts," I mumbled as I closed my locker and headed to 3rd period. I have to check in at the main office before I leave for lunch anyway. All of these clues are following my schedule. Daisies are my favorite flower and "In Love and Death" is my favorite album cover. How does this person know so much about me? Who could it be? Just as I turned to open the door to my French class, Robert sauntered past, bumping into me and knocking the books from my hands.

"You should be more careful Lesly," he said with a smirk.

"Bite me," I retorted as I bent to gather my books. As I reached for the last one, I saw another hand grab it first. Straightening, I looked into the sparkling blue eyes of my best friend.

"Here L, now hurry and get in there before you get marked late," Conner said as he handed me my book.

"Thanks C. Will I see you at lunch today?" Conner was involved with a ton of clubs, so I was always losing track of the days he had lunch meetings.

"Not today. I’ll see you later though," he replied. After a quick hug, he ran off to his 3rd period cooking class down the hall. I had just sat at my desk when the tardy bell rang.

"Bonjour class," Madame Berry greeted the class.

"Bonjour Madame," came the chorus of off beat replies. With that, class started. I swear, time never moved so slowly. Why does time go by at a snails pace when one is waiting for something, yet passes in the blink of an eye when one is enjoying oneself? The last ten minutes of class were pure torture. Madame had given us time to start on the day’s homework assignment, but I could not focus for the life of me. All I could think of was the possibility of what may lay in wait for me at the office. Finally, the lunch bell rang. I bolted out the door, calling a quick goodbye to Madame as I ran. I couldn’t reach the office fast enough. I pushed open the heavy office door with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm because the receptionist looked up, startled.

"Hello Lesly, how are you today?" she asked with a kind smile.

"I’m actually having an interesting day. Notes keep mysteriously appearing to me containing clues that are supposed to lead me somewhere. How’s your day going Mrs. Hemingway?" I watched her reaction as I slowly approached the counter. I noticed she smirked slightly when she saw me scan the surrounding area.

"I’m doing well, thank you. I supposed you are looking for this? One of these clues you mentioned?" she asked as she held out a package. Taking the box in my hand, I found it was relatively light. Turning it, I found a small number four scrawled in the corner. With a small smile, I tore off the paper to find that the box contained another box. This one was in the shape of a heart and easily recognizable. Chocolate? How does he know chocolate is my one addiction and weakness? I looked up quickly to find Mrs. Hemingway watching me.

"Thank you, this is exactly what I was looking for."

"Any time, dear."

"Mrs. Hemingway?"

"Yes Lesly?"

"Do you know who this is from?" I asked, feeling a slight blush rise to my cheeks.

"Of course. He hand delivered that package," she said as she absently typed.

"Will you tell me who he is?" I asked, half dreading her answer. She looked up from her computer, her eyes locking with mine. I saw a glint of mischief pass through her gaze.

"Now that would ruin all the fun. Guess you’ll find out after three more clues, dear." With that she handed me a pass to leave campus and walked away. I’m not sure if I should be disappointed or not. It would’ve ruined this guy’s hard work and effort if I had cheated and found out early, but I want to know who he is already. Heading to my car, I unwrapped the box of chocolates. Nervous eating, like hair twirling, was one of my habits. As I pulled off the lid, I caught sight of a note taped to the inside. I opened my door and sat in the parking lot, debating if I should open this clue now or later. My decision was made for me as I noticed familiar shaggy blonde hair in my rearview mirror. Sure enough, when I turned around, I saw Conner hurrying into the 600 building. He didn’t have any classes in there, and it was off-limits at lunch. Putting the box aside, I hurried after my best friend. What the hell is he doing?