How to Heal a Broken Heart

CHAPTER TWO: THE FIRST MEETING.

When we got to the school parking lot, Carl opened the door for me, and held out his hand for me. Not sure what to do, I also held out my hand, and he held it as I got out of the car, and I was thinking, what a perfect gentleman he is.

Then I heard the whispers. Whispers of girls who worship guys like Carl. They were saying things like: "Who's that girl he's with?" "Is he dating her?" "No, he can't. He's mine." "Is she Carl's new girl?"

Those were the cries of desperate girls, who thinks that they own every handsome guy that they've laid their eyes on.

"Hey sis! Don't you have a class to go to?" my brother said, as he got out of the car.

"Oh crap! I forgot. I have to go. Thanks for the ride, Jess. It was nice meeting you, Carl." I shouted while running towards the school entrance.

Good thing there was still a few more minutes left before class starts; I could grab my books from my locker.

As I opened my locker, a piece of paper fall out. I picked it up and read what it says:

"You complete my day every time I see you."

"Hah! Yeah, right. When will you ever stop?" I said, looking completely crazy, talking to a piece of paper.

Every day, for two weeks now, I would get these kind of notes. At first, I thought it was just a joke; just to see my reaction if I thought it was true, but it just keeps on coming and coming. I kept thinking, "Why me?"

I'm not degrading myself or anything. I'm not ugly. I think I'm on the borderline of average and above average, pretty but not too pretty. I mean, Jesse is my twin, and I know for a fact that girls have a huge crush on him. If it's not Carl, it's Jesse.

Jesse's a total charmer, very charismatic. While I, on the other hand, am not. I could be very awkward. I have the face, not just much of a personality.

Anyway, enough of the notes. I still have classes to attend.

When I got to the classroom, I checked the room first before entering, good thing that Mr. Duvall isn't here yet.

I sat down on my respective seat, beside Christian Ozera, my best friend in the whole world, besides my brother, of course.

You're probably thinking why I don't have any girl-friends, well I do. It's just that, I'm much more closer with guys than with girls. I'm one of those girls, who'd rather have guy friends than girl-friends.

And there's also the issue, where some girls only want to get close to me because of my brother and I had enough of that.

"Hey. I saw you and your brother at the parking lot earlier, with Carl. Is it true? What the others have been saying?" he asked, very curious.

"Well, it depends on what they're saying." I told him.

"That you two are dating."

"Wow. When it come to rumors, word really fly fast, but no, it isn't true. It was just a car ride, he opened the door for me and that was it. IF it were true, you'll be the first one to know." I told him, reassuringly.

"I'm just glad that it's not true." He said.

"Why? Are you, perhaps, jealous?" I teased him.

"What if I said yes?" he told me, with a serious look on his face.

I don't know what I look like, but my face just turned blank. I didn't even know what to say.

"You should look at your face right now, you look like you've seen a ghost. I'm just playing with you." He said, trying very hard, to stop laughing.

"Haha. Very funny." I said, and punched him in the arm.

"Ow."

Then, Mr. Duvall came, and the room went into complete silence.

That's how we always start the day...in complete silence and terror.

After our Anatomy class, I went to my locker to get my other books for my next class. As I opened my locker, another note fell out. It was weird, because, as far as I remember, I would only get two notes for the day, but now, TWO?

I picked it up and read what it says:

"It's been two weeks since I've started sending you these notes and I guess I've already built enough courage to finally let you know who I am. Will you meet me? At the school garden, beside the fountain, after class. I hope to see you there.

I'll be waiting."

All I could say was: "WHAT?!"

This was the longest note I've ever received from him. I don't even know if I would show up. What if was not the type of guy I would like? What if he has a bad reputation at school? What if this was all just a set up? What if...

There's so many questions that I want answers to. Will I even go? I don't know, I'll think about it. For now, I still have classes to attend.

It was all I could think about during class. I didn't even have the slightest idea of what I did at my classes.

My mind was a complete blank.

Last class is over, I've finally decided to meet him and get this over with.

"Hey Jess. You go ahead, I'll catch a bus or something. I still got some stuff to do." I told my brother.

Good thing we're on the same class.

"Well, okay then. Be careful, okay? See you later."

Nobody knows about the whole secret-admirer thing, just me, and of course, the one who's been writing it, and I'd like to keep it that way. So, here I am, walking to the said meeting place.

When I got there, I saw a familiar-but-not-so-familiar figure, standing beside the fountain. I couldn't see his face because his back was facing me.

"Uhmm. Excuse me?" I said.

Then, he turned around to face me, and I saw him.

I saw...

Carl Wesley.

Carl Wesley was my secret admirer.