Suffer in Silence

♥ Unexpected sticky ♥

You know what sticky notes are right? The little pieces of paper with glue at the top? Those little babies is what led me to my other half.

~ Five and a half months~

"So did the sticky say who it's from?" Bailey poked as we walked back to our lockers.

"I don't know! Bailey if I knew so would you!" I giggled putting in my combo. She rolled her eyes knowingly before slamming her locker shut. I turned to look at her and see some dude standing against the lockers staring intently at me, like he is concentrating.

"Did you need something? If you want and autograph or a signature or something just ask, I will happily provide!" I exclaim pinning him with a slight glare. His smirk was absolutely pathetic, like he wasn't even going to try and perfect it. If he had perfected it maybe I wouldn't be as mad.

"Okay you can at least try and have a good smirk. If not then just leave!" I blurt rudely. I didn't care if I didn't know him but he was definetly creeping me out. He shook his head before, as agile as a freaking gazelle, pushed off the lockers and stroad off with a hop in step.

"Da hayl was that?" Bailey wondered out loud. I shook my head before linking my arm through my backpack strap before hoisting my bag from the ground and onto my back.

"You know you're not supposed to carry that and yet you do it?" Bailey asked before pulling my bag off my shoulders.

"Hey!"

"Don't 'hey' me Pepper! You know what happened last time you pulled on your backpack? You tore your rotator cuff. Now you can't play Lacrosse. So if you want it to get better. Stop. Carrying. The. Bag!" she took a deep breath after her little spiel.

"Alright alright! How am I supposed to carry my books? Even using my arms to carry them it hurts my whole freaking arm!" I whine pulling out all my books and putting them in my almost empty locker.

"I was gonna give this to you for Christmas because it's right around the corner but I guess now is a good a time as any" she laughs pulling out a bag... with a stick attached to it.

"It's a wheely bag. I don't know what the actual name is for it, but the bag is big enough for all your books and stuff. Plus, I got it for five bucks at a garage sail. Awesome quality too!" she laughs and pops up the handle. It wasn't a stick, it was a handle. The bag is black and white stripes (like a referee, which I absolutely love) with white wheels and a black handle, oh and don't forget the volleyball, hockey puck, and la crosse ball pins at the top of the bag.

"Oh my gosh I friggin' luuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeee it!" I am so excited!

"Well I'm glad you like it but soon we'll-" the tardy bell rang "tardy... um we should probably go" she laughs before pushing all my books into the bag, zipping it up, and handing it to me. I freaking love my best friend. She may be a dweeb but I love her none the less. ♥