'Everything started when I made a decision.
One decision that would have consequences in my life. Bigger than I would have imagined.
The decision?
I wrote a note to a person I admire, to someone that once was more than a stranger.'
It all started wi...
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Okay, let's rewind this a bit. One hour earlier...
School was over for the day and I was heading towards Clara's locker.
"Don't forget. I will be home later. Tell my mom that I'm at the library studying and please do not tell her anything about Aiden. Don't even mention him or better don't think of him. I will tell you everything that happened okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I promise. I hope for your sake that you tell me all the details or else I will tell your mom that you secretly went on a date." She replied with an evil smile on her face.
Joker would be so proud I swear.
"I can't believe that you call yourself my best friend and wipe that smile off your face!"
"But you still love me. Anyways I'm heading home to enjoy some free pizza. See you!"
"I feel used."
"Get over yourself! Muchas lovas bish!"
And gone she was.
Don't I have the best friend ever?
*Cue the sarcasm*
I made my way to the library which is basically my second home. Nerdy, I know but I don't really care. I went to the center of the room where there were study desks for multiple students. I guess it's best described as a sort of study hall, but on a miniature size. I chose the one in the center and started working on my assignments. Time flew by before I knew it and I guess that I must have been pretty damn focused because I looked up to find a pair of blue eyes staring at me.
"You're late." I said while writing.
"No, I'm not."
My only reply was a pointed look.
"Okay, I am. I'm sorry, I was busy. Besides, how did you know?"
"There's a clock behind me that chimes the time every single hour and once every half hour. I heard it chime six times, so I knew it was six o' clock. I've been waiting here over half an hour."
"I'm sorry. Like I said, I was busy and lost track of time."
"Busy with what?
He cleared his throat and said, "Just stuff."
This made me look at him. I immediately notice his ears turn red, the faint leftover of lipstick on his mouth and the collar of his shirt which drew my attention to his hair to notice that it was indeed messy.
"Why you piece of sh#t!"
Before he could answer we were interrupted by a harsh whisper.
"Shhh! Young lady please watch your mouth and lower your voice. We are in a library for crying out loud!"
I felt embarrassed at once. It wasn't like me to call somebody names.
