Hard Boy ✔️

55

- OK; Wallows -
- Flicker; Niall Horan -
- To Be So Lonely; Harry Styles -

Aurora Holland

J'aimerais pouvoir exprimer à quel point tu comptes pour moi

My eyes looked at the foreign words over and over, not understanding anything on the handwritten note. I hadn't gotten one in so long that I almost forgot about them, but now it seems to be starting up again.

As with the others before it, I still don't understand what it means. I'd yet to talk to anyone who knows any French, let alone bother translating it. Is it bad I'm scared? This could be anything. It could be meant for someone other than me, or even say horrible things on it.

Not to mention they're suddenly happening again after I've somehow managed to get more attention. I don't know what it is, but guys I've never even looked at before have begun talking to me as if they're interested in me. It's almost as if Paige and I have switched bodies, and I'm catching all the attention she's gotten her whole life.

"What's that?" The sound of someone next to me asked. I jumped as I shoved the letter under the cover of one of my textbooks, looking over in surprise to see Katherine standing there. "In your hand." She added.

"Nothing," I quickly told her, slamming my locker door shut.

It was the truth. It's nothing. It's about the second or third note left by the anonymous person, all statements left in French. Nobody's given me much attention until recently, so I'm unsure as to who it could be given these notes started before all the looks and comments.

Plus, if the person isn't kind enough to leave me a hint as to who it is, what am I supposed to do? I'm not exactly the best at guessing who does things like this, simply because I'm not used to it.

"Right. Anyways, have you seen Eli? You guys have first block together right?" Katherine changed the subject as we walked toward homeroom.

It was just after lunch, and I had made a quick stop at my locker before heading to homeroom. I just figured if I grabbed everything I needed to head home I wouldn't have to worry about stopping by my locker once more. I could just get out of here and meet Carter by his car.

If I see him before the end of the day.

"No, that's not today's schedule. I had first block with him yesterday." I answered, "Maybe he slept in?"

"Have you seen Carter?" She changed the subject. "Usually he's glued to you."

"Nope," I quickly answered, walking through the doors to Mr. Maroni's class. "He's been a little MIA too."

"Maybe they're together," Katherine answered quietly.

"Hellooooo gorgeous!" James exclaimed as he stood from his spot.

This caused Katherine and I to stop where we were, glancing at each other before back at the boy in front of us.

"Excuse me?" Katherine asked rudely, resting her hand on her hip.

"I wasn't talking to you," James said. "I was talking to you." He then looked at me. "Water over the bridge, right?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Look, I'm-" He stopped, pressing a hand to his chest. "I'm sorry for always being an asshole, okay? I realize now that I was a little out of place with all the comments, and I guess I'm sorry to you too," He said as he looked at Katherine. "I tend to treat girls... poorly when they crush my little ego."