I'm Your Secret Admirer

2: That Should've Been Me

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CHAPTER 2

 

Alyssa’s P.O.V

“Hey um, I couldn’t help but notice you were staring at me earlier…were you the one who wrote that letter?” I nervously asked feeling a little worried that if he didn’t then things would definitely get awkward.

“What letter?” he confusingly said the two words I was dreading from embarrassment to hear.

“T-The one I was reading earlier…” I reminded, watching him with confusion as he busted into a light chuckle, causing my cheeks to instantly burn bright red.

Oh great, maybe I was wrong…

But just before I was about to walk away he grabbed me by the wrist and spun me around, this time with a grin plastered on his face.

“Of course it was from me… who else would have been watching you earlier, admiring you from a distance” he confidently said before I noticed his hands brush onto mine for that brief second purposely.

Seconds later I was at lost for words, still gazing into those gorgeous dream eyes as I stood there awkwardly before finally thinking straight again as I managed to say something in return.

“Uh thanks, you know I wouldn’t have expected someone like you to write that letter, I mean you seem so shy and sensitive in the letter but your so conf-“

“Yeah yeah, whatever, do you want to hang out later?” he suddenly blurted out rudely, cutting me off as I was taken aback at how quick he tried to change the subject…

“Um yeah….sure” I slowly said.

“Great, I’ve got French last so I’ll meet you outside my classroom” he said just before the bell went and he waved goodbye before we both parted our ways for our next class.

Suddenly remembering about Niall, I turned around in hopes to find him still by my locker but unfortunately he was gone already.

That’s strange…We both have History next and he didn’t bother to wait for me this time like he usually did.

As I hurried my way into the history department, arriving just in time before the teacher did, I then sat down behind my usual desk beside Niall at the very back.

“Hey, why didn’t you wait for me?” I whispered to him as soon as our teacher Mr. Roberts was going off about the World War II.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want to be late for class” he simply said without even turning to looking at me.

Clearly he was lying, but why? Why was he acting so strange all of a sudden?

I didn’t bother to push him any further though. I wasn’t looking to start an argument with him so I decided to let it slide this time.

Niall’s P.O.V