Chapter 4

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Shemar's POV

After math class, we had science. We all had the same science teacher. Unfortunately, the science teacher did not come so we had the the two sessions free. I thought to myself and said, "This is the time to put my plan into action. I'll just go to him and tell him to talk to her and tell her how he feels and tell her not shame him and listen him out. From I knew Christina, she loved when people sit and talk to her. She does not like people sending her notes." So I went to him and said, "So listen the plan. You're going to go and talk to her and tell her how you feel. Okay."

"But what if she shame me?"He asked.

"Don't worry she won't" I replied.

"Can't I just send her a letter?"

"Are  you crazy man!" I shouted

"What?" He asked curiously

"She's not even going to read it. She's just going to crush it up and  throw it in the bin." I replied.

"You're lying." He said to me.

"Okay since you know more than me, give it a shot. Do your best." I replied sarcastically.

So he began to write the letter. When he was finished, I read it and I was surprised.

To Christina
From the day I saw you step through that door, I knew that I just saw an angel. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You are  like a light in the darkness, sugar in tea, the b in beautiful. I think I'm in love with you.

Yours truly
Ajani

"Aww this is so sweet. Too bad its gonna be dumped."I said and started to laugh. I knew for a fact that she was going to throw it away so I wrote it in my book so when it gets dumped, he can read it to her.

"Okay. I'm gonna go give her."I said before I ran off.

Christina's POV

I sat there writing my new book on wattpad, "I am a werewolf's mate" when I saw Shemar running towards me with a paper in his hand.

"Hey Shemar"

"Hey Christina" he said as he handed me a note.

"What's this?" I asked curiously

"Its a love  letter from Ajani. "He replied winking at me.

"Oh. Give it to me."I said. I hate when people send me notes. They need to come speak to me their selves. So as I took the paper, I tore  it up. "I hate when people send me these things. Tell him to speak for himself and stop sending messengers."I said angrily.

"Okay" He simply replied.

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