Those Hidden Letters

Chapter 1

                                      I touched the paper, running my fingers over the places where it tore because of the pressure I had applied. The pen came rolling down to fall on my lap from the slanting desk and left a ink spot on my white skirt which slowly expanded. I had no time to worry about this 'blue demon on white sheet'. I scribbled down my words roughly on the paper, not caring about my writing. Not caring if my professor found out.

                                      History class was going on and I was sitting in the second row. Of course I could get caught anytime, but there were two reasons opposing the fact- 1. assumption of me making notes. 2. My mouth works real nice, which can save me anytime, well, almost anytime. Pushing away all this thoughts, I concentrated on what I was doing.

                                    "......why don't you ever reply. Are you afraid that if you reply, you'll keep thinking of me? If we talk, you'll fall for me? I'm totally okay with it." I giggled at my cheeky lines.

                                    Prof, as I call him, and all the other professors, caught me giggling.

"Faith, why are you laughing? Am I so funny?" He asked in a strict tone. And just like his tone, he was a strict professor.

"No sir," I replied slowly. "Sorry sir."

"You are making the notes right?"

"Yes sir."

"Read it out to the class."

                                    What??! I was so done. What would I do now? I looked at Jiffy sitting beside me suddenly all engrossed in his notes. Only if I could read from it too. Yes! I needed to steal his notes! I saw prof turn around to drink water from his bottle. This was my chance. I quickly snatched his notes and started reading it out. Prof turned around and gestured me to sit. I sat down with pride and sass and looked at Jiffy, who was gawking at me.

"Geoffrey, stand up."

"Yu-yu-yes sir." He stood up, totally scared.

"Read out your notes."

He looked down at his empty desk. Prof walked up to our seat and saw his empty desk; thanks to me.

"What were you doing all the time?" He roared. The whole class shook up. As he was about to scold him more, the bell rang and he seemed to calm down a bit. "Write these notes five times and show it to me tomorrow"

"Okay sir," he mumbled.

                                    We had free time now as our Sociology prof was on leave, so we headed towards the cafeteria. Jiffy didn't utter a word. He didn't even look at me for once, he just walked away, without me. I ran up to him.

"Hey Jiffy, I'm sorry," I said in a sympathetic tone.

"It's all right," he mumbled. C'mon! Was he going to mumble like this the whole day?!

"Seriously Jiffy, I am sorry. I didn't mean to do it. And I never expected Mr. Thompson to react like that. Who knew he'd suddenly ask you to read the notes. I was the one laughing." My sentence ended with frustration. He just grumbled.

"Okay, look. You are my best friend, and you know what I was doing. And you know how much it means to me, right?"

"Yeah, you were writing this dumb letter to a singer, who never even replied." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah..." I looked down in embarrassment. He could've said that on the mic and tell everyone what I was actually writing if he could.

"I'm sorry" I finally looked up.

"That's okay...but-"

"I will write the notes five times for you!" I said cutting him off. I knew he was about to say this.

"You know me a little too well, you little bitch!" He said laughing. I joined in.