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Little Loved One

WWhiteShadow: Did that answer your thoughts, it’s not much but you'll find out more eventually.

Somehow I managed to calm my hands down, I didn't even have to look at the keys or the screen to type the next few words.

Charlie: Ok.

I didn't log in until a week had passed. It was difficult, I didn’t want him to feel bad and think maybe I'm not into talking to guys who like sports. But how could I talk to a guy who constantly reminds me why I started the chat?! And it’s not like I can’t ignore Harley, his moved classes, which means he's in my class, starting from next week. One finally week of peace. I don't even know if I like WhiteShadow in that way, I enjoy talking to him but I don't love him.

You can't love a guy you just started talking to and not met. Taking my seat, next to my Fabulous Crew friends, trying to listen in and add a smile now and then, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Something I hadn't seen before.

Something was on the bench leg right where I was sat. Did I even consider it may be litter? No. Or that it may be from one of my friends, that they had accidently dropped? No. Instead I picked it up, unfolded the piece of paper. And folded it back. I felt like I had been shot in the heart a million times.

Hi Little One.

WhiteShadow, called me Little One. Only him. That’s why he had named the chat room Little Things. Because it was the little things that mattered the most, he always said that. My eyes darted back and too looking for a sign, this was the start of lunch there was no way I was ignoring this. As my eyes darted back and forth, they stopped on a figure. Someone in the inside window was staring at me, no expression on his face, just staring at me. His eyes were dark, his lips parted and carefully crafted his curved mouth, the face was structured to a hard pear shape, and his hair was smooth with a parting. Staring at me, for 30 seconds until he walked away like nothing had happened.

I didn't even recognise his face. That was WhiteShadow, it must have been! My best friend had walked away... It was at that moment, I realised I never cried. I felt a pain in my stomach but I never cried about it. Even walking home that day, my head spinning around asking questions “Could I feel nothing for him, is that why I’m not crying?”  Locking my door behind me, I wanted to do what any normal teenager would do, log onto the internet and speak to someone. But how could I speak to the person who I wanted to avoid. Why couldn't he be someone at a different school?! Why couldn't he show up when someone’s hurting me and punch them to the ground only then to explain everything and we fall in love?! WHY?! Why, WhiteShadow.