It all started on a Friday in Calculus. I'm putting my book away and an envelope in my bag catches my eye. I pull it out of my bag and read it: Open When Alone. I slip into the bathroom and go into a stall during the lunch period and open it.
Ashlyn,
Congratulations. You have been selected to join us in the Writers Club. It is very small this year but do not let that deter you. We will still be doing all the activities we have in years past. So please join us this afternoon in room B-9.
The Writer's Club
AHHHHHHHHH holy shit! I stick the invitation in my pocket and for the rest of the day I can't pay attention in anything. When three o'clock rolls around I'm out of the door as soon as the bell rings. "B-9. B-9. B-9." I mumble to myself. When I find the door I knock and go for the handle. It's locked and the window is covered. "Hello? I was told to come here? Hello?" a slip of paper comes from under the door. I pick it up and read it before slipping my invitation under the door as it says.
The door opens and I'm pulled into the room. Oh no. It's me and three other people. And one of them is Alexander Caine. He is the only person whose ever really been mean to me. Nothing overly bad but still mean. He hates me. He has the same look ok his face as I do because there is only one seat left because the rest have been pushed to the far wall. And that seat is right beside him. "H-hi." I stutter. The other two guys smile at me.
"Finally a girl. I knew you'd get in Ashlyn." Jake, my best friend says. "So you know me and him." he gestures to Alex. "But this is Devon."
"Ello." the other boy says. "You must be Jake's friend Ashlyn. I've heard quite a lot about you." Devon says. He's quite cute I must admit. Not muscular or fat just kinda skinny, with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Yeah nice to see you Lynney." Alex says. I scoff at him and shake my head. Although he looks like a fucking god with his sexy body and piercing green eyes and jet black hair and...well to put it frankly he's an ass. I just sit in the seat beside him and pull out my composition book and start writing. "What are you writing?" he cranes his neck to look before I slam it shut.
"None of your business. How'd you get in here anyway."
"None of your business." He states plainly grabbing a book out of his bag and opening it to pages and pages of chicken scratch. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Before I can say a word he switches our notebooks. As I read I wanna cry. It's a story about a little boy who was abused. A tear drips onto the page and I look over to Alex who actually seems engrossed in my romance story. I hope he can't see that the love interest is him. Although he hates me I can't deny that he is very extremely hot. He glances over and gives me a sad smile. And that's when I realize he is the little boy from the story.
I go back to the story and continue to read I can see it more and more. It stops right at the time where he'd move here with the end of the notebook. I close it and realize that it's just him and I in the room. "I-I'm sorry." I stutter.
"It wasn't your fault Lynney. I liked your story."
"Thanks it's not done yet though."
He smiles. "Neither is mine." I understand the meaning and return his smile. We walk out of school together in silence. When I get home I go upstairs and watch some TV and just out of the blue my phone goes off. It's a text from an unknown number.
?-Hey Ashlyn. I heard you were good at math. I could use your help.
Me-Sure but who is this?
?-That's not important Here's the problem. 9x-7I<9x-21u.
