*I just wanted to add that it isn't as cliche as it looks and that it might not end up the way you think it will so please stick with this story until you are completely done reading both parts. Thank you if you decided to keep reading :)*
It was a casual Monday morning, like every other morning at school, when my face was buried into the book in my hands. While finding a way to avoid collision, I zigzagged to my locker, my eyes still glued to the novel. I went through the same path without using my eyesight so much that it became a habit. My hand travelled forward when I knew I was facing the locker that was assigned to me. The hallways were swarming with people whose voices were so loud, it seemed as they were shouting.
Somehow, through the noise, I found peace and tranquility to concentrate on the story I was plunged in. Just like I was in a bubble that wiped away every sound from entering, leaving me surrounded by stillness. My eyes glanced below to my fingers, to make sure I entered the right code to access my locker. When I finally heard the 'click' of my lock opening, my attention went back to the book.
I was becoming so absorbed into the novel, that I didn't realize something fell from my locker as I opened it. My mind ran through the words on the pages as the story's astonishing ending casted countless emotions within me. A few pages left and I would finish with the best book I had ever read. I bit onto my fingernails. A small squeak escaped my mouth, the excitement getting the best of me. A body, that was quite muscular, knocked into mine, causing the book that I was falling in love with to slip out of my grip. I growled, looking back to the person who interrupted my perfect moment.
James Quinn, one of the most popular guys in school, was standing before me. His radiant dark blond hair was tousled in a way that made me feel like running my hands through it. Somehow, whenever my eyes landed on a guy's hair, I had this strange desire to feel it. I never did, but I wanted to. He blurted a quick apology, before going back to messing around with his friends. I sighed, shaking my head. Those boys, whether it was in school or outside of school, were always causing trouble.
I bent over to face the book that had fallen on the floor. An envelope, with my name written over it in bold, capital letters, was a few centimetres away from the novel. My eyebrows creased as I stared at the envelope. I picked up the fallen book and shoved it into my locker, my thoughts completely focused on the mysterious envelope. I stared at it carefully before opening it. This was not something that happened everyday, which in someway clarified my cautiousness. I wasn't sure if this was a joke, but it most likely would be.
I unfolded the letter, fold by fold, until I could see the message. Not believing my eyes, I gaped. My head shook. I kept reading it over and over again, the words spinning through my mind. After a moment of doing so, I realized I wasn't hallucinating. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this nonsense. My eyes scanned over the writing once again, but I got the same message. 'I like you', it read. Who could send this? It couldn't be real. It had to be a prank or a bet. Why would someone do this? I crushed the letter into a ball and threw it into the nearest trashcan.
"Hey, Kat," someone whispered into my ear from behind me, their breath tickling my ear.
Startled, I turned to face the guy who had been my best friend for nearly two years and smacked him on the chest. Beside Cole stood my other partner in crime, a brunette I had been friends with for four years.
"Don't do that, Cole." I sent him a not-so-threatening glare.
"Oh, come on, you know you love it," he said playfully winking at me. He knew I hated being startled, but for some reason, that encouraged him into doing it more.
"Sure..." I rolled my eyes while a small laugh escaped my mouth.
"I love you guys," Annie commented with a grin plastered on her face that showed how Cole and I amused her. She had been watching us, listening to our conversation. Every line spoken by either me or Cole had stretched her lips into a wider grin.
