A HIDDEN SECRET #wattys2017

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

~Tommy~

I kicked a stone as I headed towards my dormitory. How could she be so stupid. And I thought she was the smartest in our year! I mean, she is, but in terms of friends and all, she's a real idiot.

I'm guessing Hermione or somebody will come looking for me, either to calm me down, or make me apologise to Heather, which I will never do. I finished locking my door, not caring whether Caleb and Connor will be locked outside all night.

Okay. Maybe that sounded a bit too cruel, I'll just unlock the door when they come back from wherever. Just then, a snowy white owl flew through the window and dropped a few letters on my lap. I ripped them open.

The first one read :

ᗪEᗩᖇ TOᗰᗰY.
ᗯᗩIT... ᑕᗩᑎᑕEᒪ TᕼᗩT!

ᗪEᗩᖇ ᗩᔕᔕ ᕼOᒪE...
ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᗷETTEᖇ ᗪO ᑎT YOᑌ TᕼIᑎK?

I ᗩᗰ ᐯEᖇY ᐯEᖇY ᐯEᖇY ᗰᗩᗪ ᗩT YOᑌ! EᐯEᖇYOᑎE Iᔕ! ᗰE, ᕼEᖇᗰIOᑎE, ᕼᗩᖇᖇY, ᖇOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ GIᑎᑎY! ᗯE ᗩᖇE ᑎOT GOᑎᑎᗩ TᗩᒪK TO YOᑌ ᑌᑎᒪEᔕᔕ YOᑌ GET YOᑌᖇ ᗷIG ᖴᗩT ᗩᔕᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᑭOᒪOGIᘔE TO ᕼEᗩTEᖇ! ᖴIᑎE ᗩYᗷE ᕼᗩᖇᖇY, ᖇOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ GIᑎᑎY ᗯIᒪᒪ ᔕTIᒪᒪ TᗩᒪK TO YOᑌ ᗷᑌT ᕼEᖇᗰIOᗰE ᗩᑎᗪ I ᗯOᑎT! ᕼIᗯ ᑕOᑌᑭᗪ YOᑌ ᗪO TᕼIᔕ?! ᔕᕼE'ᔕ YIᑌᖇ ᗷEᔕT ᖴᖇIᗯᑎᗪ ᖴOᖇ GOᗪ'ᔕ ᔕᗩKE! ᑌᖇᖇᖇGGGᕼᕼᕼ! I ᕼᗩTE YOᑌ! ᑎOᗯ ᑕᑌᘔ Oᖴ YOᑌ, ᕼEᗩTᕼᗯᖇ Iᔕ ᑌᑭ Iᑎ TᕼE ᗪOᖇᗰITOᖇY ᑕᖇYIᑎG! ᔕOᗰE ᔕOᖇT Oᖴ ᗷEᔕT ᖴᖇIEᑎᗪ YOᑌ ᗩᖇE!

~ᑕᗩᔕᔕᗩᑎᗪᖇᗩ

The second one read:

oĸay, ι don'т ĸnow ιғ yoυ can read мy нandwrιтιng or noт, мayвe ι'll cнange ιт.

ᎢᎻᎬᎡᎬ ᏴᎬᎢᎢᎬᎡ?
NᎾ. ᎾKᎪY.

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ...ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs. ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴍʏ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ɪs ɴᴏᴡ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴɢʀʏ,sᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ. sᴜʀᴇ sʜᴇ ʟɪᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ!
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, sᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. ᴏʜ ʏᴇᴀʜ, ɪғ ᴄᴀssᴀɴᴅʀᴀ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ...sʜᴇs ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ!

The third one read;

H͛e͛y͛ d͛u͛d͛e͛. O͛n͛ y͛e͛a͛h͛, I͛'m͛ s͛u͛p͛p͛o͛s͛e͛d͛ t͛o͛ m͛e͛ m͛a͛d͛ a͛t͛ y͛o͛u͛, b͛u͛t͛ I͛ c͛a͛n͛'t͛. Y͛o͛u͛ g͛e͛t͛ t͛h͛e͛ l͛i͛g͛h͛t͛n͛i͛n͛g͛'s͛ u͛p͛ O͛n͛ t͛h͛e͛ l͛e͛t͛t͛e͛r͛s͛? G͛e͛t͛ i͛t͛?
O͛k͛a͛y͛, I͛ h͛o͛p͛e͛ y͛o͛u͛ s͛a͛y͛ y͛o͛u͛'r͛e͛ s͛o͛r͛r͛y͛ t͛o͛ h͛e͛a͛t͛h͛e͛r͛. S͛h͛e͛ r͛e͛a͛l͛l͛y͛ n͛e͛e͛d͛s͛ y͛o͛u͛. A͛n͛d͛ I͛ a͛g͛r͛e͛e͛. I͛ d͛o͛n͛'t͛ t͛r͛u͛s͛t͛ G͛i͛d͛e͛o͛n͛ a͛t͛ a͛l͛l͛.

H͛a͛r͛r͛y͛ P͛o͛t͛t͛e͛r͛.

Really? Wow. That was short. I liked Cassandra's the most. I dunno why but I like it when she shouts at me.

And the last one was from Heather.

Tommy...I'm so sorry.
It's just that Gideon got to me first. I don't like him, only as a friend.
I'm crying while writing this letter.
I know it's stupid but I really am. I won't be able to see you until the seventh of August. I have a packed schedule with McGonagall. Maybe...just maybe we can talk while in Hogsmeade. Please don't me mad at me. I tried to tell you, but I ended up lying. Our friendship means everything to me, and I don't want to lose you, Tommy.

I love you.

~Heather~

"I bet he already tore the letters and threw them away" I said slouching.
"Don't beat yourself up, maybe he already forgave you, you don't know" Cassandra said.
"Yeah, but I have a feeling he did"
"Pshhhh" I she replied, reading her magazine.
"Please tell me you didn't send him a letter?" I asked hopefully, but I already knew the answer to that.
"Hey, it's not fair that you and Hermione get to write letters and I dont" she argued.
"I hate you already!"
"Thank you.." She said.
"What did you write in your letter anyways?"
"Oh, nothing" she smirked and I already knew the answer.
"Cassandra! You shouting at him through the letter will only make things worse!" I said slouching so much I probably looked the The Hunchback Of Noterdamn.

Tommy, I wrote him a letter, and I expressed all my feelings in it, oh gosh, is still remember what my last words were. I love you

Maybe he thought I love him as a friend.
No, friends like each other.
You're right. Maybe he's too dumb to figure it out.
Probably...
I should stop debating with myself.

"So, what are you going to do?" She asked closing her magazine.
"I'm going to do nothing." I sighed and her eyebrows shot up.
"Nothing!?"
"Nothing"
"You're supposed to march up to his dormitory, barge through the door and hit him hard on the buttocks!"

"That's what you would do"
"Exactly, now no one ever bullies me!"
"Right" I replied sarcastically.

"Hey!"
I chuckled and she slapped me on my arm.
"Okay. Real talk. What am I supposed to do?"
"Like I said"
"Cassandra" I warned.
"Fine. Knowing you, you would probably walk up to his dorm, knock on the door softly and wait for him to open it. Then, when you see him you'll be on all fours, begging at his feet, to forgive you"

"Pfft! Yeah right!!"
"Pah-lease!"
"Okay fine!"
"Uh huh"
"Maybe I'll write him another letter..."
"Speaking of letters, what did you say in yours? I never got a chance to ask"
"oh-um-well,you know-the usual-and um-er-things"
"Huh?"
"I said I wrote a few things."
"Like?"
"Like...the weather...school...Hogsmeade"
"Okay, what did you say about Hogsmeade?"
"Oh all the Gideon asked me first thing!"
"Do you think he'll reply?"
"I-I don't think so" Okay Heather, you can't start crying again. I know he's your stupid best friend, and you love him. But you can't break down, especially in front of Cassandra.

"I love you..."