Chapter 14

My locker was often very organized. Books lined by subject, binders laying on a shelf, and certainly no secret letters.

I watched the paper flutter to the ground as the door swung open, landing on the ground face up. My name was scrawled on the top, in a purple handwriting that looked vaguely familiar. I shoved my books into my locker and knelt down, picking up the note and turning it over. Nothing.

"What's that?" a voice behind me asked. I turned to see Erin looking over my shoulder, raising her eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing of importance."

"Uh huh," she said skeptically as I shoved the paper into my bag. "Sure it's not from Tam?"

"It's not," I told her as his name clicked to the writing. My heart pounded--just once, but it was enough.

"Fine," Erin said with a shrug. "Just don't say I didn't warn you when another girl gets him. Look what happened with Keefe."

I glared over at her, and she gave another shrug. "You know I'm right. And Marella's been looking at him a lot. You know...like that."

I sighed, and stopped outside the classroom. "It's nothing, alright? I don't like Tam. He's my math partner, and nothing else." I fought to keep my face straight as the lie left a sour taste in my mouth. 

"Bi," Erin said gently. "I know what you're going through, okay? There's no point in denying it--I've seen the way you two look at each other. That eye contact the other day? That was no joke. But you can't let a guy like him get away. If you don't take him, I can guarantee someone else will."

I waited for a couple students to file through the door before responding. "And how do I know if he likes me back?"

"So you do like him," Erin said with a smirk. "Trust me, he does. Everyone likes you, Biana. It's impossible not to."

I put on my most dazzling smile. "Does that mean you have a crush on me too?"

She winked. "Maybe."

I laughed.

"But I'm serious, Biana. You have to take this chance." She nodded towards my hand. "And it starts with that note. You don't even have to follow it. It's not a text; he won't know you read it. Just try. For me."

I glanced down at the paper. It wasn't often Erin asked for anything. I knew she was trying her best to give me advice, and I knew she had experience with this sort of thing. Even though her and Lisa never worked out, it was comforting to know Erin still found this part worth it.

"Okay," I said, looking back up at her. "I'll try."

She shot me a relieved smile. "Thanks."

***

Hey. I know this is kinda weird, me leaving you a note in your locker and everything. But I figured this was the best way, cause my brain isn't being very considerate at the moment.

Linh keeps telling me to do this in person, and I know that's what happens in all the tv shows, so sorry if this isn't what you wanted. Actually, that's dumb. You probably don't want this at all.

Here goes nothing.

Biana, I like you. I really do. I'd give you all the reasons you deserve, but my handwriting's bad enough without my hands shaking, and I kinda want this to be legible. Only slightly though. Like barely.

I'm sorry if this ruins things. I know it probably will. We only just met--REALLY met--and you're probably thinking "Tam, what the frick". So I'm really sorry. Feel free to ignore this, or rip it up, or even burn it if you're feeling particularly angry (which I totally wouldn't blame you for). If this ruins our friendship (I'm taking the liberty of calling us friends), then I swear I'll do whatever you want to fix it. I'll go, leave you alone, pretend like this never happened, whatever you need me to do.

I'm giving this to Linh because I know I'd never have the courage to put it in your locker myself. I'm sorry that I couldn't do this myself, and I know it's weird to have a sophomore crushing on you. Sorry I'm saying sorry a lot. That's probably getting annoying. But Linh made me swear not to erase anything (something about putting my true feelings in here), so yeah.

If you don't like me, you don't have to say anything. Just ignore this, and I'll know.

Tam

P.S. Marella gave me your combination, I swear I'm not a stalker.

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