10 Snowy Days of Sean

Day One

December 16th: Day 1

The next morning at school I was greeted by an overenthusiastic Zoë. She couldn't stop talking about the handsome stranger we had met in the bookstore the day before. According to my brunette best friend he wasn't a complete stranger, because we knew his name. His name was Sean. Other than that, and the fact that he was gorgeous, we knew nothing. That meant I had no reason at all to text him.

"You have got to text him!" Zoë hung onto my arm as we made our way to English class. It was our last period that day, which sadly ended at 4pm, and she had been nagging about me texting Sean for the whole day. I think this was honestly the 15th time she asked, no, ordered me to text him.

"Stop it," I said as we entered the classroom, "I do not know him and to be fair, it is kind of creepy."

"What's creepy about a handsome guy asking you to text him?" she giggled. "You are always telling me you feel so extremely single, which is something I think you should not be worrying about at 17, and now some attractive guy with a sexy name is asking you out and you are doing nothing about it! Come on, Noelle, this is your chance!"

I sat down in my seat and she continued to ramble as she sat down next to me. It was until Mrs. Poll asked her to shut up that she actually did. From then on she only shot me nasty looks while I have her a smirk. I was not going to reply to his text. I wasn't insane.

I was not going to meet up with a strange guy who could be a rapist or some other type of person with bad intentions. I was not like that. I never took those risks. I never did anything crazy like that. Especially not with attractive guys. Mostly because those kind of guys never talk to me.

Maybe it was a sign. Maybe I had to step out of my comfort zone. Maybe I had to give this mysterious, obviously Christmas-loving guy a chance.

What the hell was I talking about? I was not going to do that. No, I was just going to ignore him.

It was almost the end of the always so boring English lesson, when I suddenly heard a familiar noise. It was my message tone and I had clearly forgotten to put my phone on silent. So when the Kim Possible ringtone went off, of course all heads turned my way. How wonderful.

"Ms. Hastings, did we forget phones are strictly not allowed in my class?" Mrs. Poll walked over to where I was seated and held her hand out. Shaking my head, I replied with a whispered 'no' and reached into my bag to give her my phone.

The horror really started when she motioned for me to unlock it so she could read it out loud. I, of course, did not know who it was, but this kind of situation was always embarrassing, no matter what.

"Let's see," she started, "there we go. Unknown number apparently. Very mysterious, Ms. Hastings."

I slid down my seat and closed my eyes. I could hear Zoë giggling beside me and I was sure she was not the only one who was.

"Here it is. 'Noelle, huh? What a weird name for someone with such an awful dislike. Maybe you do not want to hear this, but you should give me the chance to change that. I can't let anyone celebrate Christmas with that attitude. Let's meet this afternoon at 5? At the book store? Sean.'," Mrs. Poll smirked at me. "Well, that might be the longest text someone in our generation has ever send."

While everyone was laughing and looking at me, I was in complete shock. How did he know my name and even worse, how did he get my number?

Turning towards Zoë, I already had the answer. Her expression told me everything.

"I may have stolen your phone when you went to the restroom in the break," she giggled with a blush as she was afraid I was going to hit her with my pencil case. Before I could say anything, she continued. "It's a great chance Noelle, and he really seems to like you."