Allen F Jones (Part One)

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by Ice_Jewelz_

It was lunch time and you decided to go round the back of the school to do some sketches. You sat on a bench just behind the school overlooking the playing fields. In the distance you could see the baseball team practicing for their next big game and the 'baseball hottie' Allen F Jones. Who was jogging back in towards the building a shiny stream of sweat dripping down his chiselled jawline. As he jogged past you, it almost felt like he had slowed down, as he sent you a wink and a flashing smirk much the the other girls distaste. A few minutes later he jogged back out of the building with a bottle in his hands steadily taking big gulps his Adams apple bobbing with each swig he took, before heading back to practice.

I finished my sketch walking back inside to my locker to put my sketch book and pencils away, only for a small piece of paper to fall out. I looked around to see if anyone was watching before I bent down and picked it up. upon closer inspection I could see that it was folded over several times and slightly crinkled. Opening it I saw what looked like a letter written in scribbly writing.

Hҽყ ԃσʅʅ ϝαƈҽ,

I ԃσɳ'ƚ ɾҽαʅʅყ ԋαʋҽ ɱυƈԋ ƚιɱҽ ƚσ ɯɾιƚҽ ƚԋιʂ Ⴆυƚ I ԋαʋҽ ʂҽҽɳ ყσυ αɾσυɳԃ ʂƈԋσσʅ ϙυιƚҽ α Ⴆιƚ αɳԃ ƚԋιɳƙ ყσυ ʂԋσυʅԃ ԋαɳɠ συƚ ɯιƚԋ ɱҽ, σϝ ƈσυɾʂҽ ɯԋσ ɯσυʅԃɳ'ƚ ɯαɳƚ ƚσ. I ԋαʋҽ ɯαƚƈԋҽԃ ყσυ ϝσɾ α ɯԋιʅҽ αɳԃ I ƈαɳ'ƚ ԃҽɳყ ƚԋαƚ ყσυɾ ρɾҽƚƚყ ԋσƚ. Aɳԃ ʅσσƙιɳɠ αƚ ყσυ I ƈαɳ ƚҽʅʅ ყσυ ɯαɳƚ ɱҽ ƚσσ. Wҽ ɯҽɾҽ ɱҽαɳƚ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ƚσɠҽƚԋҽɾ ყσυ αɳԃ ɱҽ. Wҽ ƈσυʅԃ Ⴆҽ α ԃყɳαɱιƈ ԃυσ ƚԋҽ ϙυιҽƚ ɠιɾʅ αɳԃ ƚԋҽ Ⴆαԃ Ⴆσყ. Wҽ ƈσυʅԃ Ⴆυɾɳ ƚԋιʂ ʂƈԋσσʅ ƚσ ƚԋҽ ɠɾσυɳԃ ԃσʅʅ. I'ʅʅ ʂҽҽ ყσυ αɠαιɳ ƚσɳιɠԋƚ ԃσʅʅ ϝαƈҽ.

Yσυɾ Bαԃ Ⴆσყ.

'Bad boy ' who could that be? And what do they mean see you tonight? you panicked

Quickly putting the letter in my bag and closing your locker as the bell rung signalling for last period.