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2. neil perry

My morning was interrupted by the discrete slipping of a note under my door.

I moved from the mirror where I had been adjusting my uniform to pick up the thin piece of paper. Another Dead Poets meeting, probably. But if that was a notification of a meeting, why not just tell me in person? The boys had never done this before, so why start with secret notes now?

It was probably Charlie. He always had a flair for the dramatic, and I'm sure this had to be one of his ideas to make the club cooler and more secretive.

I unfolded the note, and its writing caught me by surprise. The rushed, yet somehow charming handwriting was not, in fact, Charlie's. It belonged to none other than my boyfriend, Neil Perry.

(Y/N),
Meet me in the entrance hall at midnight tonight. I have a surprise for you.

Love,
Your Favorite Boy at Hellton

I smiled. Neil was such a romantic, and cute little notes were right up his alley, but he continued to surprise me with how thoughtful he was.

With one final check that I had everything, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

•••

At breakfast, Neil sat himself down next to me at the table of our friends. Well, our friends and Cameron.

"Did you get my note?" he asked, voice low.

"Your note?" I replied playfully. "I thought it was Meeks who sent it."

"What was that, (Y/N)?" Meeks said, looking up from the book he had hidden under the table.

"Nothing, Meeks," I said. He looked suspiciously between Neil and me before returning to his book.

"So," Neil said, turning back to me, a smirk on his face, "will I see you there tonight?"

"You can count on it."

•••

I looked at my watch: 11:50 P.M. I'd already piled myself in layers and layers of clothing in case Neil had some plan of going outside and concocted some sort of alibi in case I was caught out of bed, yet I was still early. I guess there was nothing to do now but go down there a few minutes before midnight.

I put my ear to the door and heard no sounds of footsteps. Good. Hopefully, any adult in the building was fast asleep and too tired to wake up anytime soon. I opened the door quietly and looked left and right down the hallway. No one.

I tiptoed past the closed doors of my friends' rooms and down the stairs leading to the entrance hall. I spotted the dog that guarded the downstairs area and slipped him one of the dog treats I had kept hidden in my closet for this very purpose. The dog gobbled it up quietly, and I could tell he was starting to like me; I brought him treats way more than his actual owner.

"Good thinking," I heard Neil say, but I didn't see where he was. All of a sudden, he slipped from the shadows over by the door.

"God, Neil. You scared me," I said accusingly.

"Aw, come here," he said, beckoning me with his hand.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. "I gave him a treat when I came down here, too. At this rate, he'll be fatter than Petunia the pit bull in no time."

I laughed. Neil had told me all about Petunia the pit bull. She had been one of his neighbor's dogs when he was a kid, and all her owners did was feed her and take her on little walks. Except when they went on walks, Petunia didn't walk, she rode in a baby carriage like a little princess.