The Post-It Note Girl

(13) The Post-It Note Girl

Only one day left 'till the "Inspirational Project" is due, and I barely even started on mine, because I've been helping James on his. Oh well, its a good thing I'm a dedicated fan of Demi so this project should be a piece of cake. 

3 hours later I finally finished I wrote a lot on how she impacted my life, and how she is such an inspiration to me. I stapled my report and set in on my folder. It was actually easy even though it took me a long time. Well, at least I'm done with this report and I don't have to worry about it tomorrow.

But another things still bugs me. You know that feeling when you wanna know something but then your too afraid to ask that person about it?

Yeah.

When the power went out in James' house that picture of him and that blonde girl just made me curious. I'm not jealous of that girl, I don't know maybe I am. Just a little. I just want to know who she is.

But something was wrong with her smile. It was sort of fake. I could sense what a fake and real smile is from a mile away. I can tell if someone is a cutter or not. I can tell if someone has an eating disorder or not. I can tell if someone is depressed or not. I mean I'm not a psychic, but being a cutter and recovering from an eating disorder, yeah I can tell, and sometimes I can't.

I don't know, I might just ask James tomorrow. I just can't believe he doesn't trust me, I told him all of my secrets and he has no damn guts to tell me his? It just doesn't make sense.

I think I should get a good-night sleep. My mind is going off.

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The next day a.k.a "The-Inspirational-Project-Day" was due and believe me I was nervous. I sat in class fidgeting with my fingers and playing with the sleeves of my jacket. It was sort of a habit I did whenever I got nervous.

"Alexis Shields your project, please."  Mrs. Relton asked.

We were supposed to give a little speech on why and what we did our inspiration on. I was never a public speaker, I'd always get nervous when so many people are staring at me. Like my voice would literally shake and god, I hate it.

But I have to remember that they don't care if you mess up or not, its just you, that makes you scared. I took a deep breath and trembled as I handed her my paper.

"Thank you, and as soon as you go up you may start." she said gesturing me to go in front of the class.

"I-I....umm...okay." I said as I slowly walked towards the front. I quickly eyed the class for James. And hie already looked at me and he knew I was nervous as hell. 

"Its okay."  he mouthed.

I nodded and smiled at him.

I then took a deep breath, and pictured myself by the waterfall yesterday talking to James. Smiling, laughing and just being myself. I just kept that in mind while I said my speech. 

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". . . and that's why she made me stronger." I said finishing my project. The whole class clapped, and I was so relieve it was over. I actually wasn't nervous at all.

"Thank you, Alexis."  Mrs. Relton said.

"now James Logan." she begun. 

I sat down on my seat and looked at James. He was handing the teacher his project work and whispered "good job" to me as he went up front.

Hmm I wonder how this will turn out. James eyes then fell on me and smirked. Because of course, I'm what he's doing his project on.

 "I did my project on the Post-It Note Girl. You may all be familiar since you get those sticky notes in your locker, too. I did my project on her because I find it interesting since she puts those notes. And I mean we should be thanking her, because I mean we can all agree we smile every time we get those notes from her, right?" he started off.

I could see the whole class nodding there heads and agreeing with him. That made me so happy because I actually made an impact to them. I never knew people actually cared about the Post-It Note Girl. I feel special. 

"We should keep her in mind. A lot of girls don't do these sort of things, I mean they perhaps do, but making and writing every sticky note hand by hand, and giving them out to everyone? That's pretty impressive and sweet actually. I bet a lot of guys would want a girl like that, I mean she's sweet and she cares about all of us. Whoever is going to be her boyfriend someday is a lucky guy." 

James finally finished after five minutes but I didn't really hear him or pay attention because of what he just said. Wow, what a compliment.

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The day went by pretty fast. And now me and James are walking side by side to his "secret"  place where we went yesterday. We agreed to go there after school because I guess it was our main hangout spot now. Plus because we both said our speeches wanted to just talk, as friends.

We sat on the grass and I looked up the waterfall. It rushed down heavily, making little droplets fly over us. I was shivering a little bit and the wind wasn't helping either.

James noticed because he tensed up at my actions. He then takes off his jacket, and wraps it around me.

"You okay? Your quiet." he says as he secures the button of the jacket around my neck.

"Were friends, right? Which means we can tell each other anything?" I said. I bit my tongue. I wanted to know about that girl.

"Yeah of course, anything."

"Like secrets?"

"Y-Yeah."  he hesitated. 

"Then tell me about the girl I saw in the picture frame when I was at your house."

I waited for a reply but nothing. "James, tell me."

"No." There was coldness in his voice and this was just bullshit

 

(A/N) Ah! I so excited to write the next chapter!