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My days have been good since I started dating Dave but I feel a little guilty about what im doing. I know he probably doesnt have feelings for me but this is giving me attention. The girls and I have been counting the days for Cailey to leave. She leaves in three weeks and i realized that by then if I dont get my comeback its because im a total loser.

Day One:

It was a cloudy-sunny day. I was in my art class and I wanted to go drink water. I asked my teacher and he said that its alright if I went outside to get my water bottle from my cubby. When I got to my class, the door was unlocked. It was weird because my teacher always locked the door but maybe she had forgotten. I walked in quietly so that I wouldnt get in trouble. I went to where my cubby was and looked for my books. I kept on looking until I found them. The notebook had a little note attached. It said:

" I think I love you. " in purple crayon. At first, I thought it was David. But his handwriting was different and we didnt say these things to each other.

I grabbed my books, kissed the paper two times and left to Art class. There was noone in the hallway so it couldn't have been recent. But this happened today. I had organized the cubby today and I hadnt seen that before. Someone had to put it there and it must've been a joke. A little part of me wanted it to be. I was tired of being a wannabe even if I was me. I didn't want to be like her. I just wanted to have what she did. I couldnt pay attention in class because I thought of this too much. I didn't tell anyone about this to avoid humiliation for once. After a while, I couldn't handle it so I told someone that I hadnt spoken to in a while. Harry. Harry Styles.

Harry Styles is the kind of kid that everyone finds charming. The most handsome and elegant boy you could ever meet. At least thats what everyone else saw. All I could see was a detailed representation of a rich kid with over religious parents, Raised to be classy and elegant. It was ironic how a boy with such strict parents could turn out to be one of the most dirty minded guys ive ever met. We were friends, though.

When the bell rang, I walked over to where the boys were. They were sitting on a bench watching disgusting R rated comedies.

"im sorry to interrupt your movie." I said.

"what do you need?" He said. His eyes were green and hypnotic.

" Your services." I answered.

"i dont own the bathrooms" he said while his friends chuckled.

"very funny. Im serious, Harry. Im desperate and I need to know something."

"Sure,honey." He said in his immitation of Mr. Del Monte.

" Do you know who wrote this?" I showed him the card.

"yeah... he hasnt said anything else, has he?" He asked.

" who is he? Please tell me. No, he hasnt!" I responded

"why are you so interested? You have a boyfriend!" He said.

" Because someone is trying to pull a prank on me and I womt let it happen again." I said.

"please." I went back to my regular tone.

"youll find out later."

"im sorry. I cant tell." He said.

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