The Secret Admirer

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Luke's POV
Once we were all seated in Calum's room, Sherlock and Watson were down to their work again.

"Okay, we have to make a list of everyone in your Maths class" Ashton said to me.

"Fine" I sighed.

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15 minutes later, we had managed to remember everyone in my Maths class. We crossed of all the girls and Calum began reading through the list we had left.

"Ryan Scofield"

"Straight as a ruler, no way"

"David Ross"

"Doesn't have enough of a brain to write his own name, never mind a love letter, definitely not"

"Joey Dillon"

"Not enough confidence, poor guy is about as intimidating as a pink butterfly stuck to marshmallow"

"Michael Clifford"

"Too popular for our Lukey (Sorry Luke)"

"Shane Roberts"

"No, he's got a bitch of a girlfriend, she'd probably decapitate him I she found out he was sending love letters to another guy"

The list went on, and with each name, a reason why they wouldn't be the one.
"Guys, just leave it" I said. "Maybe there's a reason this guy doesn't want me to know who he is"

"Yeah, we should probably let him reveal himself whenever he's ready" Ashton said.

"Fine" Calum sighed.

We played video games for a couple of hours before I headed home.

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When I was home, I decided to change out of my clothes and into some more comfortable clothes. I pulled on some sweat pants and an old band tee.

I wanted to read the note again. Feel the butterflies again. So I did.

I took it out of my sweater pocket and read it over and over. I read it until I could recite it perfectly. As I'd done with them all.

I was just putting it in my bedside locker when I seen something wrote on the back.

It was a number. He'd given me his number. Below he had written

"Call me sweetheart xxx"

I grabbed my phone and typed in the number before I could think about what I was doing. I was just about to press call when I stopped myself.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he'd hate me once he actually talked to me.
I paced round and round my room, my thumb hovering over the call button.

"There is no way I can do this" I thought to myself. "No, this is what you wanted, do it you idiot" "But what if he hates me?" "Of course he won't hate you, the guys sending you god damn love letters"

Thoughts like this went round and round my head, until I had a sudden moment of confidence. I decided to ring before it passed.

And then I stood there, in shock of what I'd just done, and slowly, very slowly raised the phone to my ear.
One ring, two rings, three rings. He wasn't going to pick up I was sure of it. I was such an idiot to think he would. This is all a prank, someone messing with my head. Of course he won't pick up.

But then he did.