Unexpectedly

Chapter Sixteen- So Close, Yet So Far

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Chapter Sixteen- So Close, Yet So Far

                It started with a message.

                Can’t wait for tomorrow. 8 pm at Giovanni’s (the one around the corner).

                And how did it end up? With me standing stranded on the sidewalk, a few spaghetti noodles still stuck to my blouse at random places, clutching a dead cell phone with my right hand, and my feet hurting like crazy.

                It was Friday night when I received the text message.

                “Oh, my gosh, Shea. It’s either this Secret Admirer of yours really likes you, or really hates you,” Sher told me as we both looked at the (pitiful) love note written on the back of a scratch paper. I mean, I was receiving love notes written on scratch papers, surely something was pretty wrong with that, right?

                “Not that I hate you or anything, but that’s not really helping,” I said as I shoved the note back in my locker. I leave them in my locker. Somehow, throwing them all was just a little too much. At least if I keep them, I could do some sleuthing and find out whoever this guy is. But really, I couldn’t stand those Taylor Lautner pics, so they basically had to go.

                “I mean, seriously. What kind of love note was that?” Sher asked me as we began to walk our way towards the canteen. “The guy wrote about his story—of you getting eaten by dragons limb by limb. Am I the only one who thinks he’s sort of nuts?”

                “For question number one, I’ve no idea. For question number two, nope, definitely not.” I was fighting the urge to hit my head with something hard as we went to our next class.

                And one hour and thirty minutes after that, I was seated with Cam for an activity in History. Either I was having a bad day, or something was trying to get History off my Favorite Subjects list.

                “I guess you’re paired with me,” he said.

                I wrinkled my nose. “God, help me.”

                He chuckled. “Says the girl who kissed me at my party.”

                Immediately wanting to hit him with my seven hundred-page book, I made a face and tried to calm down. “I was drunk.”

                “Of course you were,” he said.

                “Look. Why are you so intent in making my life miserable?”

                He looked at me, amusement clearly etched in his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t find the whole conversation as frustrating as I did. “Why, oh why, do you think?”

                “You know what? I actually have no idea at all,” I replied. “And I mean it.”

                “Of course,” he said, and I hated the way it sounded. Like he knew what I was about to answer in the first place. If I was that predictable, I didn’t like it. As much as I didn’t like being with him.