this is probably stupid.
i just wanna see how he'd react.
pure curiosity, that's all.
i chose a special letter today. one from the box.
i'm gonna slip it into his locker. i know, i know. cliche. secret admirer type shit. but honestly, i just wanna see how he'd react. obviously, i'll make sure he doesn't know i wrote it. i'll rip off the love, clay so there's no trace that i wrote it.but wait- maybe he knows my writing?
no, most of those letters are written in my chicken scratch.
maybe i shouldn't do it.
maybe he'll know.no he won't, don't be a pussy.
here goes nothing.
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my hands shake slightly as i slip it in the slit of his locker door. no one else is in this hallway, so no one will see me.
immediately, i regret it.this is a bad idea. it's so cliche. this is so fucking cringe. you fucking idiot, clay.
i curse at myself repeatedly.
well, now we wait.
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after what felt like weeks, the end of the day finally came. the bell rang, not letting the teacher continue as all the students got up to scurry out of the classroom.i went to my locker to collect some of my stuff that i didn't want to leave at school. george and nick were approaching, george looking irritated and flustered while sapnap was teasing him for something.
"what's up?" i asked, closing and locking my locker, quickly joining the two.
"georgie got a love letter!" nick teased, poking at george's neck to annoy him.
oh shit.
i completely forgot about that."really?" i asked, pretending to look oblivious.
"from who?""just stop talking about it." george mumbled, face heating up to a pretty shade of pink.
"it didn't have a name. someone placed it in his locker, and now he's all flustered and blushing." sapnap explained, looking at george with a stupid smile, doing his best to annoy the boy.
"well, wh- what did it say?" i questioned, knowing full well what the letter was about. i wrote it, for god's sake.
george stayed silent, rolling his eyes at a giggling sapnap.
i guess it was a mistake.
i probably just ruined his day with nick annoying him.
i'm such a fucking idiot.
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notes - dreamnotfound
Romansaclay, your average teenage boy. someone you'd pass by in the crowd that made up the highschool hallway, maybe someone you would have on your sports team. george, his best friend. and his one desire. (highschool au cause i enjoy writing them as teen...