From anonymous

Explanation

Scott's Pov

"Guys, I need to go get my bag from my locker. Can y'all wait for me?"

"Yeah, hurry up though"

My locker was across the school, I jogged down the hallway running into someone as I turned down the next hall. The short petite brunette fell to the ground, I stood up quickly holding my hand out for him.

"Sorry, didn't see you there"

"You're fine" He grabbed my hand pulling himself up. Once he finally made eye contact with me, his breath hitched.

"I'm was going to go get my bag, I'm so sorry for running into you. You sure you're okay?"

"Y-yeah"

I gave him a once over before walking around him and running off again to get my bag. Usually I would have grabbed my bag carelessly and slam the door. This time though, there was a piece of paper on my bag. I carefully grabbed it and put it neatly in my bag. Who would give me a letter? When I got back to where all my friends were I saw them yelling at a couple people. When I walked closer to start doing the same, the male was the one I had bumped into not even five minutes before. This time he was with a girl, who i might add is just standing there like this was nothing. The brunette looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Scott, aren't you going to add in something"

"I wasn't listening"

"Too busy paying attention to little gay boys friend" Richard said smirking and eyeing her up and down. His eyes lingering in some places longer than others.

"No. Richard stop that, she's not a buffet"

"She cou-"

"Don't finish that" Jeremy said slapping him.

I watched as a tear ran down the brunnets cheek. Richard laughed and shoved him roughly.

"Hey leave him alone" The girl shouted slapping him across the face. Richard groaned from pain, I completly ignored him, walking over to the boy on the ground. I've never seen him in my classes, I don't really pay attention anyways.

"Hey, are you alright?" I questioned holding my hand out for him once again.

"Totally asshole" he said slapping my hand away and standing up.

"I'm trying to be nice and the way you take that is by calling me an asshole? Fine I won't be nice. Guys lets go" I said scoffing and walking away. Right before I was too far I heard them talking.

"Kirst I messed up"

"It's okay Mitch we'll figure it out"

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My phone started ringing, an all too familiar ringtone.

"Hey Amanda" I said smiling.

"Scotty! Baby can we Facetime and do homework"

"Of course give me a second" Once her face popped up my smile widened slightly more.

"Science?" She said holding up her pencil, looking at me smiling.

When I pulled out my notebook a paper landed on the floor. Once I recognized it I rolled my eyes and chuckled setting on my bed.

"Why were you staring and why are you laughing?"

"Someone put like a love note in my locker."

"Oh? Are they dumb?"

"Don't know, don't even know who they are. I haven't read it yet. Also I was staring because you're beautiful and I'm so lucky to have you"

"Awe babe! Now read the letter, I want to know which skank to kill"

Dear Scott,

I know you're probably wondering "Who the hell would write me a love letter, especially when I have a girlfriend" Well you'll find that out. For now you need to know why, what, when and how. The reason I'm writing these are because 1) I was dared to but mainly because I have a huge crush on you. What? Well if your dumb blonde ass couldn't figure it out there is a series of these. There will be 17. Why? because that's how many days before your birthday. You'll be 18, while I'll still be 17. A Junior. That probably made you roll your eyes right? No, I have all senior classes because I'm a senior who's supposed to be a Junior. When did I do this? Saturday, I wrote this. You're getting it September 1st which is Monday. You know who I am, you know I'm quite therefore I'm sneaky and quick. It's not hard to slip a piece of paper into a locker when there's no students by your locker. Anyways, Scott get prepared for the next 17 days. You have to find out who I am yourself. I could be anyone, a girl, a guy, a teacher for Christ's sake. Literally everyone swoons over you. You won't have any idea who I am until your birthday when you get your present. I'm a good actor.

~From Anonymous

"Earth to Scott"

"From Anonymous" I said making her look like she could kill a family.

"What fucking girl thinks she can just give you letters like she's in love with you"

"It could be a guy"

"That's true."

"Are you going to find out who it is?"

"No, they'll come forward sooner or later"

"Anyways, onto the homework"

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Once I finished up the Facetime and my homework, I got ready for bed. The handwriting seemed familiar, Vaguely Familiar. I guess I'm going to have to play the waiting game because there is no way I'm going to know whose handwriting that is out of two thousand people.