Still girls POV.
I opened my locker, and a note fluttered out, I unfolded the note, it was just a torn out piece of binder paper. It read, in scrawly handwriting,
Just so you know I'm not some crazy, perverted, old dude, buttercup. I do go to your school.
I smiled, at least I know he's not some crazy, perverted, old dude.
But now that I know he goes to my school, I need to know his identity.
Guess I need to pull some f*cking Sherlock sh*t.
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What's up, Buttercup?
Short Story"What's up, Buttercup?" "Who the heck are you?" "I'm probably the guy of your dreams, and the guy that's going to get you through your depression. " ~ ~ ~ A mystery jock, a depressed girl, and a unexpected romance. ~ ~ ~ "Remember what I said...
