A Freshman and A Senior...Love?

A Freshman and A Senior ... Love? Chapter 12

Fin and I didn't see each other for the rest of the day.

After school I walked to the party story and got some supplies for tomorrow.

After my shopping I went home and started my homework.

My parents came home and my mom made dinner. We eat together then I got ready for bed.

I called Travis and got his voice mail.

"Hey it's Travis; you know what to do,"

I heard the beep and stared talking. "Hey Travis it's Alex, um, tomorrow is going to crazy. It's going to be world war four between me and Finn or Finn and I. Anyway, you might want to stay clear of me, I don't want you in the line of fire. Text me or call me back ... love you," I hung up the phone and went to bed.

Tomorrow was going to one crazy day.

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I woke up early and got dressed in my normal clothes and left for school.

I walked up the steep hill and looked at the cars in the parking lot. There wasn't a lot.

I scanned the area for a familiar car. It wasn't here.

Just then a car pulled into the school's student parking lot.

The car I was looking for.

I watched Finn get out of the car and walk into the school.

I followed behind him slowly.

He walked to the gym and down to the locker room.

I waited, behind the wall, for him to come out so I could go into the locker room.

Once he came out I hurried down.

"Hello?" I called in a deep voice.

No one answered so I hurried over to Finn's locker and got straight to work.

He left his locker open, again, he will never learn.

I opened it and took all of his clothes out of his locker.

I him a little love note saying:

Hey Finny,

I hope you don't mind me taking your clothes, all of them, I just love your fashion style. Anyway, you can get them back in the distant future.

Love your favorite person,

Alex

P.S. next time lock your locker.

I put the little note on his locker door and closed it.

"Hey Alex,"

I turned around to see Finn.

Shirtless.

"Hey,"

"Whatcha doin?" he asked childishly.

"Nothing, just, you know, checking out the guys. I should really go now,"

"Not yet,"

"Why not?"

"Because, I want to know what's in the bag?"

"School work and stuff,"

"Yeah, okay, hand it over,"

"No,"

"Okay," he said taking it off my shoulder.

"You really don't want to go in there"

"Why?"

"Because, I have...pads in there"

He gave me a grossed out look and threw me back my bag.