I hope you enjoy this chapter. This chapter kind of had me dying when I was writing this because I can imagine this happening between these two.
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Day 3
I input the last number of the dial in Niall's locker and pull up the lock. I breathe a sigh of relief. Not that I would ever lose faith in Harry and Louis's abilities on gathering intel, but just anything dealing with my flower seems skeptical since the only information they got last time was income statements. I pull the door open and scan the contents inside of the locker and I must say I am surprised at how neat and cute it is. Standing front and center, there is a white rack with his textbooks on the top. Notebooks - one for every color of the rainbow - standing side by side like colorful soldiers against the left wall. I look to the right and there is a perfect space alongside the gap in front to put all of my items.
"Louis, flowers," I say while putting out my left hand.
"So demanding," the vampire hisses out, but nonetheless, he hands me the small bouquet of blush, coral and white peonies. I quickly place them next to the notebooks and look over at the twinkling forest-eyes werewolf. When I met up with them the next morning after my call with Niall, the vampire was beyond ecstatic when he found out that I was going with his idea. Harry, not so much. However, his mood immediately changed when I asked him if he wanted to bake some cookies so I could give them to my little angel.
"The cookies," I gesture towards his hands. Harry' eyes brighten almost instantly and he lifts up the cellophane bag of snickerdoodles and medium chai tea latte. During my conversation with Niall last night, he excitedly told me that his favorite snacks on rainy days are a chai tea latte and snickerdoodles. Taking them in my hands, I gingerly place them in front of the peonies. Looking left and right to make sure there are no other students other than us in the hallway, I stick my head in the locker and whisper, "Concretum natura."
The peonies instantly shimmer and I smirk, knowing that the flowers won't ever die. I reach into my pocket and pull out a cream colored folded piece of paper. It irritated me yesterday that I had to go to five different art supply stores to find the right color. I open the paper, reread the note I wrote and feel my face's hard features melt. Damn it, Louis and Harry are right. My angel is making me go soft.
I refold the paper and place it in front of the bag of cinnamon-sugar cookies. Looking into his locker, I make sure that everything is in place. Smiling, I quietly close the locker door to make sure there is no disturbance and I walk away with Louis and Harry, thinking back to my note.
If you had wings you would be a true angel.
Day 4
The news of flowers and gifts with a "cute note" in an adorable freshman's locker spread throughout the school like a wildfire. Instead of me calling my blonde beauty last night, he surprisingly called me.
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"So I heard someone was very generous to you this morning."
"Oh yeah ... whoever did that was extremely nice."
"Who do you think did it? Dimitri? Ivan? Antonio?"
"Actually, none of them even though that's what the school is saying."
"Really? Who is saying that?"
"Some girl in my trigonometry class. I think her name is ... Cheryl or something like that. Oh! I feel so bad for not knowing her name."
There is a growl on one of the lines. "That bitch," the older boy says quietly. "Who do you think did it?"
"I don't want to say."
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