"In for a movie night babe? - SW"
I read on the note that I found in my damn locker.
I furrowed my brows and looked around. Nobody. I continued grabbing my stuff until I found another stupid note.
"Give me a chance, baby. - SW"
"How about dinner? :) - SW"
Must be some fuckboy fucking with me again. I threw it back in my backpack and closed it. I went to the bathroom to do, you know, what people usually do in a toilet.
I usually saw stupid messages like 'M <3 K' or 'I want to kill everyone' or either 'I slay so fuck you' and this time, I did, again.
I read 'I'm cute' and furrowed my brows. That handwriting looked a lot like the handwriting on the note.
I opened my backpack and looked for the stupid note.
The handwriting was messy, boyish. I looked back at the 'I'm cute' one and back at the note.
It was an endless progress.
Until I realized. The same guy that wrote me that letter, was here.
There was a damn boy in the girls bathroom! In a fucking stall!
I cleaned myself up and left again. The bell rang and I checked my next subject. Art.
I made my way to the classroom and squeezed myself between the yelling high-schoolers.
Once I entered the classroom I went to my spot and got my stuff out of my backpack. "Got my note, baby?" I looked up and saw Sam ew Wilkinson standing in front of me.
I raised my brows and looked shocked. "What? I haven't done shit."
"'I'm cute'." I quoted with two finger in the air. He looked shocked and bit his lip.
"You- You know about that?"
"I wanted to ask you about that."
"Mr. Wilkinson, sit down." The teacher said. He sat in the seat in front of me and turned around again.
"It was a fucking bet, alright? I haven't done shit in your toilet or shit, it was a stupid bet." He quietly said.
"Sure, Wilkinson." I said sarcastically.
"Aye, I'm not a perv. Just so you know."
"Sure you are." I responded not very convincing.
"So, about the movies?" The stupid smirk was on his face again.
"You don't even know my name." I was the usual 'quiet' girl with her own squad. Sammy on the other hand, was the most popular guy on this entire stupid high school.
"Y/N Y/L/N. Senior. You're known for not being too noisy and being a good girl. Which is, my type." He winked. "Oh, c'mon." He insisted.
"Fine. But not a night, though."
"What you wish, my lady." I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"I like your handwriting, Samuel." I winked at him.
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