Prom?

Prom? [4]

"Conner!" He nearly dropped the bag he was carrying as I came up behind him.

"Hey L. What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving for lunch?" he questioned, leaning against a nearby wall. He seemed calm, but I knew it was a facade. I noticed the nervous way he kept glancing at the door across the hall. Looking quickly at the door, I noticed it was my next class.

"Well I was until I saw you. What are you doing in here? You're going to get in trouble if anyone else sees you."

"Same goes for you, Les."

"You're avoiding my question."

"You're keeping me from finishing things in here quickly so I don't get caught and assigned detention. Which would be a good reason to have this talk later. You should leave so you don't get caught either," he said shuffling from foot to foot.

"I already have detention today. No point in me leaving now," I said taking a step in the direction of my next class.

"Lesly. Please. You are making this very difficult. I promise I'll explain later. Please leave," Conner begged as he stepped in front of the door.

"I'll leave if you answer one question."

"Fine. Ask your question."

"Do you know who is leaving me these clues?" I asked, locking eyes with him. He gazed back with his beautiful eyes, the color of a summer sky.

"Yes. Now leave. Please," his eyes pleading with me to cooperate.

"Fine, but we need to talk later," I said as I turned and walked out of the building. Climbing back into my car, I started the ignition with an irritated sigh. As I parked in my driveway, I gathered my bag and the fourth clue in my arms. With a relieved sigh, I collapsed onto my bed. I'm exhausted. I think I'll take a short nap, but first I want to look at that clue. Opening the note, I came upon a list.

Love

Excitement

Safe

Light-hearted

Yearning

These are all things you make me feel.

I can only hope I inspire even one of these feelings in you.

Forgive me, I ran out of rhymes.

The fifth clue will come to you.

Keep your mind and eyes open to it.

Seriously? I'm dying to know who this is. With that thought, I fell asleep. Oddly enough, Robert was in my dream. He was holding a number seven and calling to me.

"Shit," I mumbled into the carpet. I had rolled over and ended up falling off the bed. Just as I sat up, I heard my cell phone ring.

"Hello?" I yawned, still half asleep and rubbing my eyes.

"I figured you fell asleep. Class starts in fifteen minutes. I didn't see your car in the lot, so I got worried," Conner's voice echoed through my mind.

"Double shit. Thanks C. I'll leave now," I said as I stood up, grabbing my stuff.

"Double shit? Did you fall out of bed again you klutz?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Shut up. See you in a few. Bye," hanging up, I ran out the door and to my car. Luckily I made it to class on time. I sent a quick text to Conner.

"Made it back on time. Thanks for the wake-up call." His response came shortly after.

"No problem. Anytime." Putting my phone away, I saw my math teacher walk up to my desk. Please don't take my phone, Mr. Drew. I swear I'll pay attention all of class and never text in here again if you just pretend you didn't see that.

"Ms. Spencer," he boomed in his loud and intimidating voice.

"Yes?" I replied meekly.

"There was a bag of things left on my desk when I came in from lunch today. Do you happen to know where the bag came from?" He watched me warily. That must have been what Conner was doing.

"No, sir. Why do you think I would know about it?"

"Well Ms. Spencer, it seems you have a secret admirer and he wanted me to see this," Mr. Drew produced a binder. The cover had a sunflower and the title Summer Time. My play. Not only was Mr. Drew a Trigonometry teacher, he was also the head of the drama department.

"That's my play," I whispered. Oh god, why did that guy give my play to Mr. Drew? Why did Conner let that guy give my play to Mr. Drew? Now he's going to tell me how awful it is. Mr. Drew's opinion means the world to me. His drama class freshman year is what inspired me to try writing plays. I don't think I'll ever be able to write another play if he tells me this one sucks.

"Well Ms. Spencer, I must say that I am quite impressed. I never knew you were an aspiring playwright. A talented aspiring playwright, I might add. I absolutely loved your play. I was wondering if you would allow me use it as the Spring Play next year?" I was speechless. He loved it! He actually likes my play, and he wants to use it! I can't believe it. This is the best day of my life! Thank you mystery guy. Thank you Conner.

"Of course. I would be honored if you used my play. Thank you Mr. Drew," I replied. Of course all of my friends in the class started cheering, which made me blush.

"One last thing before I start class," he said as the noise died down. "This was left in the bag. It's addressed to you," he held out an envelope with my name on it. On the reverse side there was a number five. Tearing open the envelope, I found a typed page.

Before you get too mad at me, please let me explain.

I gave Mr. Drew your play because I knew he would love it.

You are so talented, but you're a chicken.

I knew you would never show your work to him yourself.

I just wanted to help you see what I see.

You are an amazing person with so much talent.

I couldn't let you stop yourself from reaching your potential just because you were too scared to show people what you can do.

Hopefully you aren't too angry with me.

I guess we will find out after two more clues.

Number six will be in your sixth period.

I bet Conner's the one who gave this guy my play. I may just have to beat him up. Oh well, I'm too happy to worry about it now.