Scott and Leah were quick to ask about the second letter once we sat down in the library during study hall. I smiled, telling them what the letter was about. Sometimes, the whole thing seems surreal as I talk about it with them. Leah stopped mid sentence and glared at something behind me. I could only guess who was there.
"What Atticus?" I sighed
"Wanted to know when you wanted to meet up to start the project." Atticus shrugged, dragging a chair over to sit
"Um, never. I'll do it on my own." I retorted
"I'll tell Mr. J and then he'll give you a bad grade." Atticus refuted
"Fine. Tomorrow at my place. Be there around nine thirty. Get my number from Leah. I've gotta go." I rambled, irritated
I left the library and already knew that this Saturday was not going to be fun. Atticus would be a pain in my ass the entire time and not to mention my dad peeking in every once in a while. As if anything would happen between us. There's no chance in hell.
I pulled out my phone, texting my mom to inform her of my plans. I just hoped that mom would keep dad under check. I mean, it's just a project partner but dad would treat him as if he was a new boyfriend and that'd never happen.
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Ficțiune adolescențiJesy got a letter in her locker twice a week but the twist was that she didn't know who wrote them. Jesy desperately wanted to know who was slowly stealing her heart through those letters.
