Our secrets *COMPLETED*

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I slowly walked down the hall, my bag on my shoulder. My eyes were red and puffy and my face was pale. My body was telling me to break down right here in the hall, but I had too much pride to even start crying.

I walked further down the hall until I made it to my locker.

"Tessa!" a familiar voice said as I opened my locker.

I spun around and was met face to face with Chase. He looked just as bad as I did. His dirty blonde hair was sticking up everywhere. His eyes were drained of their once bright colour and his attire was done to fit his mood.

"Yes?" I asked, my tone not at all cheerful.

"Umm. Can I talk to you?"

My eyebrow querked up.

"Yeah, sure." I said.

He held my hand and led me into an empty classroom. He closed the door then turned around to look back at me.

"Before Tasha... died, did she by any chance tell you that she was going to leave me a note?" His question puzzled me, yet my mind was telling me that I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"No. Why?"

He took in a sharp breath then continued.

"When I attended her funeral, I found a note under her hand. It had my name on it and I knew she wrote it because I memorized her handwriting." He said running his hand through his hair furiously.

My eyes widened with realization. The note. I grabbed my bag off my shoulder and searched for the note I had thrown in there earlier this morning.  When I found the crushed up white paper I neatened it out and held it up for Chase to see.

"A note like this?" I asked.

He nodded his head vigorously. I knew then and there that something was up.

"This can't be a coincidence." He said pacing around the room.

"Why would she send this to us?" I asked.

He looked at me longingly before finally coming up with an answer.

"She probably wanted to send us a message!"

I unfolded my note then read it. The letter 'V' and a small stroke were the only things that were labelled on.

"That's strange. Can I see your note?" I said outstretching my hand.

Chase placed his note in my hand and stared at the paper.

"That's weird."

Chase looked at me with confusion laced all over his features.

"On my note, there is the letter 'V' and one stroke, while on your note there is the letter 'I' and two strokes." I said, answering his silent question.

"Do you think she's trying to tell us something?" Chase asked.

"She probably is, but we cant be the only persons that received one of these." I replied waving the not in front of his face.

Suddenly, a knock came on the door. Maybe the teacher had came for his class. Chase and  I hurriedly picked our stuff then darted to a shadowy corner of the room.  The doorknob rocked vigorously, then...