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Will was quietly laughing in the back of the class along with Dustin. Over the week, I had grown more and more jealous of how close they had gotten. I was Will's first and only bestfriend and I knew I messed it up and hadn't figured out what the hell to do. Not until now atleast. I scribbled on a piece of paper and tore it out of my notebook as quiet as I could then folded it. Finally I had an idea on what I was doing. Finally I had could look at Will, eye to eye and make up for what I did. I hoped with all I had that he didn't hate me.
I gulped and waited for the class to end and when it did, I ran straight to Will's locker and quickly slipped the note in before leaving all too quickly.

***Will's P.O.V***

"Aliens. But those creepy , big eyes ones! Drop into the movie-" I cut Dustin off as I opened my locker.
"Why aliens?" I laughed and stuffed my books back in my locker. "Their creepy fuckers. What do you mean why aliens ?!" He responded. I rolled my eyes and saw a corner of a crumpled up paper. I reached for it and unfolded it.
"What's that?" Dustin asked to I shrugged as an answer and read.
 
            
"Castle byers is where to meet, 4:50 is the time we could eat. Forgive me for the wait but I assure you it'd be worth your time please don't leave me for a lifetime."

"What? But nobody else knows about Castle Byers except you guys.." I thought out loud. Dustin shrugged.
"Maybe it's your beloved stalker" I elbowed him lightly. "Stop" I whined. "You could actually be right and I'd be gone by tomorrow!" Dustin only laughed. "Well Mike sucks at poetry and why would Lucas wouldn't put this much effort just to talk to you and he's not...you know" He made a hand gesture and dropped them.
"Yeah..I know" I said. "Hey, don't worry. I'll keep watch so incase it is some crazy weirdo, I'll be there to attack. No worries!" He smiled at me. I agreed and packed my stuff back, keeping the note in ny pocket and heading to Dustin's locker yet I still wondered about the note. Mike came to mind a few times but I knew it couldn't be him. He completely sucked at poetry...

   (I had to redo this. It completely sucked the first time)

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