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10 | ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ꜱᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ? ☆

(y/n's pov)

I finally reached Michaels house, I quickly pulled out my phone and looked at myself on the camera making sure I look good.
After putting on some lipgloss I ran the doorbell, quickly, the door was opened by Michael.

M : "Oh you finally came I was starting to worry you bailed on me"
He laughed.
Y/n : "No, I would never bail on you"
I definitely sounded stupid.
M : "Okay well let's go to my room"

As we were walking to his room I started to feel nervous, I mean we're going to be the only people in there.
When we got inside his room it was filled with poster of girls in bikinis leaning on expensive cars.

Y/n : "Well your room is, nice?"
M : "Thanks! Now what do we start with?"
Y/n : "Oh right, so I brought some notes to help us with the project!"
I put my notebook on the bed.
M : "Good cause I didn't do any research"
Y/n : "No yeah that's fine"
Suddenly I needed to use the bathroom.
Y/n : "Umm may I use your bathroom?"
M : "Yeah it's the last door, down the hallway"
Y/n : "Thanks"
I quickly speed walked.

(Michael's pov)

While she left I opened her notebook to see the notes but instead there was a folded paper inside, curious, I opened it.
Holy. shit.
Who wrote this cringey poem?
And why did they tell her to stay away from me?
wait... 
I recognize this handwriting but I'm not sure who's it is.
Suddenly y/n came into my room and sees me holding her love letter.

(y/n's pov)

I walked into his room and the first thing I see is him holding the letter, my eyes shot wide and I stared to feel embarrassed.
I quickly snatched the paper out of his hands and shoved it in my backpack.

Y/n : "Somebody wrote that to me"
I tried not to stutter.
M : "I can tell, but I think I recognize that handwriting"

oh. my. god.
I grabbed the letter, opened it, and put it on the bed.

Y/n : "Tell me who wrote it!"
M : "I don't know if I should, the person seems like they don't want you to know"

this bitch.

Y/n : "Michael just tell me. I won't confront them or anything! I swear!"
M : "Okay I'll tell you but I'm not 100% sure it's them"
Y/n : "Okay"
M : "I think it's the guy who always wears baggy clothes and hats"

I sat there thinking of who it might be, then it hits me.

Y/n : "Is his name Tom?"
M : "Yeah! He's never really in class but I remember his crappy handwriting"

No. It can't be him.
...
Or maybe he's just really embarrassed of them so he makes fun of them, so I wouldn't know?

M : "Just remember I'm not sure it's him"
Y/n : "It might actually be him"
I whispered.
M : "You're not going to confront him, right?"
Y/n : "Don't worry I won't"
M : "Good. We should start working now"
Y/n : "Yeah, We should"

And with that we went straight to work but there's just no way Tom wrote them, I mean he doesn't seem like the romantic type.
Should I tell Bill?
Do I even like Tom romantically?
After working for like 2 hours, me and Michael decided that was enough for today.