High School//Ianthony

Chapter 28: More Notes

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

For the rest of that day, Kalel kept flirting with me. The only thing that was on my mind the entire time was Ian and it still is. It's been a few days and every single day, Kalel would somehow make out with me. Of course I never would kiss back.  It's acutally Friday to be exact and every single day, Ian didn't speak to me. I wish he would though. I miss him, so much. My ex-friends started talking to me once again. They let me change in the locker room once again. I was basically at the top again. It didn't feel like it use to. I didn't feel any joy in seeing other people cry. I didn't see how having a lot of bitches and douchebags pay attention to you makes you feel any different. Wow...I've changed. Nothing at the top makes me feel like I'm at the top. Being on the so called 'bottom' was actually better than I could've ever asked for. Everyone who's popular at this school is a douche. That was once me. I'd rather be at the bottom with Ian. With all the people who are kind. School ended about five minutes ago and there is only a few people left in the hallway. I'm standing in front of my locker of which I haven't opened because I was lost in my thoughts for a while. I open my locker and a small note falls out. It read: Hey Anthony. Can we talk? Meet me behind the school. -Ian My heart rate picked up at his name. Ian. I need to apologize. Hopefully we can get back together! Don't get your hopes up Anthony... Who cares? I get to talk to him again.

IAN'S P.O.V. 

I'm going behind the school right now. Anthony left me a note in my locker saying he wanted to say his last goodbye before we parted. I almost teared up but I stopped myself and I was behind the school waiting for Anthony. A few minutes later, Anthony walks around the school and sees me. I smile, even though I can feel emotional pain rushing through me, and Anthony smiles back. We both hesitantly walk towards eachother, completely silent. Right now we are face to face. What do I say? What should I say? "Hi," Anthony breaks the silence. "Hi Anthony," I reply. "So, what did you want to talk about?" He asks me. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "You're the one who left me the note, don't ask me," I respond, pulling out the note from my backpack. To my surprise, Anthony pulled out a small note as well. "What?" We both say at the same time. That is the last word I hear, before I feel a sharp pain in my head and colapse to the ground. Why would he have a note as well-Notes...its my enemy, isn't it.