Lunch continued with them talking excitedly about prom. They have planned possible sleepover at Cleo's, shopping dates and anything that involved prom. They were more to squealing then talking for each of them were super excited for it. They were just about to talk about their dates when the bell rang and they went back to classes.
School ended and Tracie checked her phone and there was a text message from Papa.
We will reach home late at night. Get yourself dinner and lock the doors before sleeping. D&T are taking forever to settle in.We miss you. -Papa
Tracie replied with an 'okay' and decided to go to the bench before going to Alexander's. She alighted at the park and went straight for the bench. A new note was there and Tracie smiled as she read it.
Hey magical huh?I'm pretty sure unicorn is your favourite animal.I found this place while i was chasing after a leprechaun who was carrying a pot of gold with him.Annnnnnnnd about the girl,i talked to her and she is one of a kind weird special,so i wonder if she wants to be my gf.... -Mr. Anonymous
Tracie thought for a while before writing her reply.
WHO ARE YOU?HOW DID YOU KNOW I LIKE UNICORNS?!seriously you've found a leprechaun I'm so jealous of you.PROM IS HERE!!!!whats your school btw?Well follow your heart and ask her if she agrees you're one lucky guy but if she rejects you there are plenty others... -Miss Secrets
Tracie folded the note and put it under the bench. She kept the note from Mr. Anonymous in her wallet and realised a few others that she has yet to put in her memory box. She made her way home and saw Alexander just getting out of his car. She called him out and apologised before offering to continue to explain the question to him. Alexander agreed and took her to the backyard and they sat down and went through the steps.
“So you have to use½ ab sin C to get the area of this triangle,” Tracie explained the last step.
“Wow,it was that easy yet I didn't know it. You must be thinking what a fool I am,”Alexander said as he buried his face in his hands.
“Chill dude, it's just a question. It took me like 4-5 times rereading it before I knew what to do,” Tracie said as she patted Alexander's shoulder.
“This might come out a bit crazy but hear me out okay?”
“Okay...” Tracie answered.
“From the moment you led me to the wrong way to school, my heart acted weird. And then that night after I apologised, I could not get you out of my mind. And during that dinner, that conversation got me a step closer to the answer as to why my heart was like that.” Alexander paused.
Tracie was not sure what to expect and she was about to say something when Alexander mumbled 'here goes nothing' under his breath.
“Tracie Melody Jones, would you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes,” Tracie answered as the words left Alexander's mouth. Fun fact about Tracie: She answers 'yes' to any question when she is caught off guard.
“Really?” Alexander asked.
“Was that a joke? And how did you know my middle name? I don't even know yours.This is a wrong way to start a relationship,” Tracie rambled.
“I overheard someone saying your full name in Maths class when you were absent that time. My middle name is Xavier,” Alexander said with a smile.
“So you and me. Are we official? You know just checking,” Tracie asked.
“Yes, we're official,” Alexander said as he held Tracie's hands. Tracie took out her phone and frowned. “What's wrong?” Alexander asked,concerned.
“I have a problem with my cell phone. Your number is not in it.” Tracie said as she handed her phone to Alexander.
Alexander chuckled as he typed in his number before asking Tracie for hers. They laughed as each exchanged pickup lines. Tracie noticed that it was almost sunset and excused herself. But just before leaving, Tracie pecked Alexander's cheek and and ran off to her house. Leaving Alexander smiling to himself like an idiot.
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Last Secrets
Ficção AdolescenteTracie Jones shares secrets of hers with a stranger through a series of notes left under a bench. Will they stay forever strangers? Or will love spark through handwriting?
