Unexpectedly

Chapter Twenty Eight- Nameless

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Chapter Twenty Eight- Nameless

                “Hey. I realized something weird.”

                I looked up, seeing Sherri giving me a skeptical glance. “What?”

                “We haven’t seen much of Josh lately.” She shrugged.

                “Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about my hundred-dollar debt.” Face-palm.

                “And,” she added, “your secret admirer suddenly… vanished.”

                I looked at her, suddenly realizing where she was going with this. She was right. My secret admirer (insert scowl) just vanished. And Josh… well, I’ll figure him out later. But seriously, did the bane of my existence really vanish? Like, really vanish?

                “Let me think,” I said.

                I thought about the day everyone in school finally found out about me going out with Blake officially. And then I also thought of the last note I got from my secret admirer, and yep. I got that last one pre-Blake.

                “Weird,” I murmured, then louder, I looked at Sherri and said, “this calls for a celebration.”

                “Right-o,” she said.

                “Hey.” A pat on my shoulder makes me look up.

                “Blake,” I breathed out.

                He was smiling at me, and was holding something out for me. I took it from him. It was a small box.

                “What is it?” Intrigued, a flashed him a questioning smile (does this even exist?).

                “Open it later.” He gave me a sheepish grin, which, honestly, made him look adorable. “Well…”

                “Oh, sit with us?” I offered, pulling the chair next to me out. “I know you want to.”

                He glanced behind him, where Jake was seated. And of course, there was also Cam—who, by the way, caught me glancing. I looked away immediately, remembering what happened last night.

                “Um, sure,” he said, sliding to a seat beside me. He put his lunch down on the table and smiled at Sherri.

                “Hey,” he said. “Sherri, right?”

                She nodded slowly, eyed me, then said, “Oh, look! There’s Dexter. I’m just going to ask him something, ‘kay?” She stood up from the table—bringing her lunch with her—faster than I could say Wait.

                Of course Sherri would leave the two of us.

                “So, what’s in the box?” I asked him.

                “You can open it now, if you’d want to,” he said.

                I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you weren’t okay with me opening it earlier with Sherri here? Is it something you’d be embarrassed about?”