Dear Alex,

                     I hate to admit it but you're right. No matter how many times I slammed my head against the lockers, desks, walls and any other place you can think of... Wait... On second thought, don't think of any other place I can slam my head. That sounded so bad... Sorry. *clearing throat and feeling awkward* But yeah, no matter how many times I hurt my head at my stupid mistake, I knew it couldn't be undone. Hence, yes, I really was dreading the reception of this letter and yet, I'm not anymore. You turned out to be the opposite of my expectations and for that, I'm quite thankful! And I think I actually support your little 'explanation' about it being an invite as well as a letter.

I actually don't know how to begin answering your proposition. I mean, I am very grateful that you're helping me and not acting like majority of the girls at Kennedy High but it seems a bit... New to me. Not in a bad way at any cost but to be very honest, I don't know how to act. Embarrassed? Check. Grateful? Check. Confused? Definitely. The simplicity of your proposal has put me in a loss of words. Your straight up wanting to help me and there being no flirty messages in the letter that would've made me want to gag is kind of... New to me, you could say... As I already said before. Forgive my confusion, Alex. You don't meet... Or get letters from such simple people nowadays, especially not in today's world (yes, I took that line from your letter). 

Before you get bored of reading this, I will get to the matter at hand. The letter and rose were actually meant for the locker on your right. Its my girlfriend, Susan's locker. I know that being with her would mean that we had an unsaid understanding that we would go to Prom together but hey, how can you ever be so sure? Anyways, I just wanted to make things a bit more special before they *cough* went *cough* wrong *cough*. So yeah... You can place the letter and rose in Susan's locker... But do you know her schedule? I mean, what if you get caught red handed doing the act and she gets the wrong idea? Sorry but its something that just came to my mind and is now bothering me a bit (a lot). I guess I'll just have to trust you. 

By the way, I didn't really consider your opening line creepy at all. It sounded pretty cool coming from a girl. I understand your rant completely. I admit I should've double checked everything but I guess I got caught up in the moment. Sorry... Again. 

PS: I'm glad I got another girl's point of view on the letter. I hope Susan likes it, too! 

PPS: Why'd you feel disappointed when you heard me say that I'd gotten the wrong locker?

Nice doing business with you, too (in advance).

Will. 

Five. That is the number of times I'd read the letter that I received in my locker and its only been an hour since I opened it. Called me obsessed or whatever but let me tell you, I was only on business terms with the guy... I think. I couldn't help but smile and laugh every time I read the letter. Alas, my smile always managed to fade away when I was reminded that I had to run an errand for Will and then we'd be... Done. 

I sighed and placed the letter back into my bag. I stood next to my locker and knew what had to be done. Why was I hesitating? The coast was clear for me to do what I had to do but I couldn't get my arms and hands to do it, no matter how much my brain was yelling at me. Why did I feel like my heart was breaking when I didn't even KNOW the guy? Why was I feeling miserable? I suppressed a frustrated yell as I clenched my fists, took in a deep breath, took out the letter and rose from my locker, opened Susan's locker, stroke both items tenderly one last time before shoving them into her locker and walking away. 

"Hey, you okay, Al?" my best friend, Liz asked with a concerned expression as she caught up to me in the hall. I faked a smile. 

"Yeah, I'm good. Just tired," I mumbled the lie. I bid her farewell, telling her I'd be spending my last class, which was free, in the bleachers of the football field behind our high school. I still had to reply to Will, telling him the work was done. The mere thought made me want to cry. What was happening to me? I was never like that! I took a deep breath and put on my headphones to block out my unusual thoughts. No matter how loud the music was, Will's question in the post, postscript was the one really bothering me. How had he noticed it so well?

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Chapter 2! Sorry it took a while! :P Hope you like it though! :)