Lock and Key// cth

Chapter Three

Hi Melody,
(I like your name btw. sounds cool) I don't know if this will freak you out and make you think you have a stalker or something. I hope not. I'm not a creepy stalker dude, trust me. But anyway, I saw you're new here and I hope that you're doing okay. Being new is hard. I keep getting off track, sorry. But I wanted to tell you I really like your converse:)
-G

         I stood at my locker on the second day of school, not knowing what to think. Is this a secret admirer? It seemed a little cliche, someone sticking a note in my locker, but it was kind of nice. For once in what feels like forever, I felt butterflies in my stomach. Who's G? All I knew was I was going to be late for fourth period, Spanish. I folded up the note and stuck it underneath my biology text book, then shut my locker door and hurried off to Spanish.
          Slithering into my seat, I realized that bitchy girl that I bumped into in the hallway was in this class too. Of course she is. She was accompanied with two other bitchy looking girls in the front corner of the classroom. They must be the popular girls. One of them has dark hair and kind of looks like my sister and another blonde girl that was putting lip gloss on. What is this, Mean Girls? They looked like the plastics in real life. They noticed me staring at them and all gave a glare, causing me to look away. I can just feel them making fun of my ratty converse, jean shorts and striped tee shirt.
         I try to ignore them and take out my papers for the class. Scanning the room, I looked for someone that could be G. But then I realize that's ridiculous and it could be anyone.
          I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Senora Acevedo, our teacher, beginning to teach about conjugating verbs and other grammar crap.
          I couldn't help but stare out the window and think about the note in my locker. I think trying to figure out who G is will drive me insane. I thought for a second, maybe they'll ask me to the homecoming dance soon. But then again, who's gonna ask the new girl?