This Can't Be Good

Chapter 9

After the whole little almost kiss thing last week, things went back to normal. Parker and I ignored each other and it was like nothing had happened. I mean it wasn’t out of character for us not to talk. Cassadee was concerned that this was a horrible idea but I didn’t care.

School this week was hell. I swear the teachers didn’t care about anything else but their stupid assignments. Sure I was a good student but this was getting ridiculous especially since I had to be at practice every night.

“Ew god stop!” I yelled as I approached my locker. Jayden and Miranda were kissing right next to my locker. I loved them as a couple but kissing was a whole other issues, gag central.

“Not my fault he’s a good kisser,” She pulled away from him but remained in his arms with a smirk on her face. What happened to my sweet innocent Miranda? I created a monster!

“Shoot me now!” I said making gaging noises as I opened my locker. I had to get my AP Lit book from my locker and then I ran off without looking back.

I walked into class and took my normal seat. Mrs. Densen was an older teacher who was totally insane. When I took my seat she was sitting on her desk imitating my class mates around me. She was one of my favorite teachers for the sole purpose she liked to mess around.

“All right let’s see here. Halloween is coming up so, pick a children’s Halloween story and write a literary piece on how it portrays the reality of Halloween. No restrictions, it needs to be at least a page long,” She said and went to her computer to work.

I took out a piece of paper and began brainstorming ideas. It was twenty minutes into the period when the door opened. Parker was in the doorway holding a tardy slip. He gave it to Mrs. Densen then took his seat behind me.

***
The final bell had just rang and I was headed to my locker to grab my bag before I had to go to practice. Today was kinda weird, Parker was late to all our classes I was starting to think he was avoiding me but then again I guess I was just noticing things.

As I approached my locker I could see, what looked like a lavender paper attached to it. I walked over casually and pulled it off. My name was printed across it in messy cursive writing. I decided to stuff it into my bag and read it later.

I walked to the field and threw my bag down into the bleachers. The boys all got to put their stuff in their sports locker but since I was a girl I was stuck with the bleachers.

Jayden’s wrist was getting better but he wasn’t allowed to play. He ran around the field during the entire practice to “stay in shape.” Coach said he might be able to play on Friday but he should count on one week on the bench so his wrist could heal properly.

I actually liked watching them practice. It was fun to see that they were really a team and like a family. I sure felt that way at least.

“Josylne water please?” Max asked as he ran to the bleachers. I handed him the water and he chugged it down, I laughed. “What?”

“Nothing Maxxy.” I said and stuck out my tongue. Max was probably my favorite guy on the team. He was good but his personality was hilarious. Him and I were becoming really great friends.

“I hate you,” He ran back out onto the field.

“Love you too!” I yelled back. I walked back to the bench to find Miranda sitting there.

“Who do you love?” She asked.

“Only the one and only Max,” I yelled so he could hear me. He definitely did because he turned to wink at me. “What a dork.”

“I agree,” She said.

***
Practice took forever. I got home and did all my work and then decided to open the letter I almost forgot about. I opened it carefully.

Josylne-Grace. Yeah this is cliche and a girl like you wants anything but cliches, but its the only way to let you know. I like you, a lot. I’ll tell you one day but right now is the wrong time. Your Secret Admirer. 

Oh my god. I was shocked but I felt so loved. For someone to take the time and write something like this made me feel needed.

I wondered who it could be from. I mean not many people know that Grace is part of my first name or how to spell Josylne right. I had a couple people in mind but I needed someone else’s opinion. I debated on telling just Cassadee but that wasn’t fair, so I called both Cass and Miranda up to my room.

“What’s up little sis?” Cassadee asked. Her and Miranda were sitting on the little love-seat couch I had in my room.

“Read this!” I said and handed them the note. It was silent as they read and my mind began to go into over drive. Who could this possibly be?

“Wow Josy,” Miranda said looking up from the note.

“Someone’s got a secret lover!” Cassadee added. I laughed again at Cass and her word choice.

“Damn Josylne. Who the hell is this person?” Miranda asked handing me back the note.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” I got up and put the note in one of my desk drawers. The drawer was full of notes and scraps of paper.

“Do you think it could be from-” Cass started but the stopped herself.

To my unfortunate luck Miranda finished the sentence. “Parker?” She whispered yelled.

Fuck my life. Why is that when anything happens in my life it always leads back to the asshole who made me the way I am? I hate him so much.

“No, I do not think that. Your brother would not be capable of writing such true words from the heart. He’s an asshole and you know that,” I said.

It hurt to say those words a little. I mean as much as I hated Parker my feeling were definitely back. Did I wish that maybe she was right? Maybe a little but on the other hand I wanted it to be someone else. Someone new, someone I didn’t really know or have a history with.

“I don’t know Jos not many people know the Grace part of your name or spell your name right,” Cassadee added cautiously.

“Whatever,” I spoke and then they left. Cass closed the door behind her.

I sighed in frustration. Why did they have to say that? Please god don’t let them be right. Let this secret admirer be from some sweet, shy guy who is to afraid of my brother to tell me these things. I needed that. I needed a fairytale moment guy not the stupid asshole Parker.