The Thief of Hearts

Chapter 2

Thalia's pov.

I woke up the following Tuesday morning with a monster of an headache, and the events of the previous day replaying in my head. I was no longer sad and depressed. This time, I was angry. I was in a fit of rage and I had no idea how to get rid of the feeling.

I felt the sudden urge to take matters into my own hands since the University could not do anything about it. However, I'm not the type of person to lash out and yell and draw attention to myself just because I was angry. I was a passive person, and quite frankly, the idea of being the center of attention scared the hell out of me.

I got up extra early that morning, which is completely abnormal. That is to say, that if anything has to do with extra and time as it relates to me, it was normally extra late. Yes, along with my clumsiness, I was extremely tardy. It is something that I have been trying to work on lately, everyday not counting yesterday.

I got out a single blank paper and my magic papermate markers and began to right.
"You asshole! Whoever you are who stole my purse, return it now or suffer the consequences!!! "😤😡😡😠😠

I looked at it and shook my head no. Too harsh, the idiot wouldn't want to bring it back if I used that. I took out another paper:
"Dear person who took my purse, I would really appreciate it if you return it please."😖😢

Oh hell no, that makes me sound like a damn poor thing. I don't want pity, I want what's mine. I started over, taking out a third sheet of paper. Sighing in frustration, I wrote:
"To the person who took my purse, you can keep the damn money, idc, I just want my keys and my purse. Take it to the lost and found section at student services by the end of today."

I read it over and sighed. Hoping this would actually come to some good.  I folded the paper neatly in half and placed it carefully inside a book so that it doesn't get crushed. After doing so, I proceeded to pick out my clothes for the day and got ready for school.

Upon my arrival at the locker room, filled with students hurrying to get on with their businesses, I quickly retrieved the note from by backpack. I also took some clear tapes and walked over to the locker where I left my bag. There was a short, petite girl using the space and I stood beside her, and waited patiently for her to leave.

As I did so, I glared menacingly at the locker, regretting the second I decided to enter the library, and swore that I would never make that mistake ever again. I really meant it too. At some point while I was giving the locker my scariest death glare, the petite girl had turned to leave the room, but stopped to give me a weird look.

"What?" I asked and watched the girl shrug.

"Are you alright?" She inquired, as if there was something wrong with my me mentally.

"Yeah, don't worry, just school stress." I replied, after I realized that she was referring to my murderous stare that I had on the poor locker.

She nodded in understanding and bid me goodbye as she hurried away, probably in a haste to finish an assignment. And I thought it was a pity she didn't know the turmoil that was going on in my head at the moment. I was thinking of so many ways to sabotage the locker room that would surely get me expelled if I ever did them.

I quickly placed the note on the locker door and secured to with as many clear tapes as possible, ensuring that it stayed put where it was. I saw some heads turning as I was doing this but I payed it no mind, for I was only concentrating on the task at hand.

After doing so, I quickly got out a pen and scribbled the date at the bottom of the paper. I looked over my work once again and smiled in satisfaction and hope. I then turned on my Nike sneaker heals and exited the locker room.

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Keith's pov.

"She likes the color blue and probably purple too. I can tell she's one of those girls that you won't meet everyday, the kind of shy girl who hates attention and doesn't talk much." I said, thinking out loud while twirling the set of stolen house keys in my hands.

Ashton paused with his can of soda halfway to his mouth and frowned at me. "Man, how the hell would you know that? You haven't even met the girl. And how do you know if the person is a girl or not?"

I sighed, slightly annoyed and rolled my eyes as I answered. "If there is ever a guy with a silver purse looking like this," I said, holding up the tiny item for emphasis, "he is definitely not straight. Anyway, I was the one who went into the bag, and I know when I'm looking into a female's stuff."

My best friend and house mate furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he posed his next question. "You said, you've never done that before. We're you lying to me?"

The question made me laugh and I tried to answer it properly. "No, it's true, I've never stolen a thing in my life. I swear."

Ashton gave me a look that says "go on, I'm listening" and I continued.

"I had an obsessions with my exes' underwear drawers back when I was dating."
I said it so quickly that I thought he didn't hear me, but got disappointed when Ash suddenly burst into a fit of laughter.

He laughed so hard that when he tried to put down his soda can, he ended up spilling it's content. I watched Ashton as he held his stomach and sunk to his knees, trying to regain his breath and composure. As for me, I just sat there with my palms in my face, wondering why the hell I just told him that.