stupid for you ~fransykes~

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When Oli went to his locker at the end of the day, he was confused about everything. First of all, Elissa was pissed off at him and he had no idea why. Secondly, Josh had just disappeared on him at the end of lunch. One moment he was walking Oli to his next lesson and the next he had just vanished into thin air.

Oli shook his head and opened up with locker with a heavy sigh. He began gathering up his stuff before he stopped, noticing a pink sticky note stuck on the inside of his locker.

He carefully ripped the neon yellow note off his locker and held it up to his face so that he could see it more clearly. He instantly recognised the scruffy handwriting as that of the person who wrote him letters.

"danielsmith12@gmail.com"

That's all it said. Just an email address. Oli shrugged before slipping the note into his pocket and heading home. When he got home he ran straight to his bedroom and locked the door behind him.

He switched on his laptop and went straight onto emails. He had never heard to anyone called Daniel Smith before but maybe they were in his lessons? He didn't think so. He was sure he would have at least recognised the name from somewhere but he didn't.

He typed out his email and sent it to the address that was left inside of his locker.

Oliversykes@gmail.com:

Are you the person who has been writing me notes?

Message sent: 4:15pm

Danielsmith12@gmail.com:

Yes :)

Message received: 4:21pm

Oliversykes@gmail.com:

Do you go to my school? Don't think I've heard your name before.

Message sent: 4:26pm

Danielsmith12@gmail.com:

That's because it's not my real name :) I just don't want you knowing who I am yet....I like to keep them waiting ;)

Joking, joking. I don't want to tell you who I am because I am afraid you won't like the truth.

Message received: 4:30pm

Oliversykes@gmail.com:

Why wouldn't I like the truth :( I want to know who you are.

Message sent: 4:32pm.

Danielsmith12@gmail.com

because you know me, or at least you think you do. How you picture my character in real life and how you picture the person who sends you sweet letters are two separate things.

If I told you who I was your opinion on me would change and then you wouldn't give me a fair chance. As soon as you know who I am, you'll change towards me. This is the only way we can talk without you judging me based on my looks, my reputation, the things other people say about me.

Also there's something kind of kinky about us talking so anonymously, don't you think? ;)

Message received: 4:39pm.