17. Know Who I Am?
Do you know who I am?
It was the first thing I saw when I walked up to my locker on a Monday morning. It was posted on my locker so everyone who walked by could see. I couldn't wait to go to History, it was all I was looking forward to. Daniel and I needed to speak. I have to tell them that I now already. How am I going to tell him though? Am I just going to say, "hey I know it's you." Or "You are the one doing them."
Once I entered the room, I didn't see the dark haired boy at his seat. He'll be here, how else would he have left the note there?
The 15 minutes had past since the late bell had rung. He still wasn't here. Did he chicken out? What happened? Maybe he's just scared and doesn't want to face me. I'm not giving up.
"Hey - you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired no worries."
"You sure you don't need a hug?"
"Luke, how are your hugs going to make me feel better?"
"My hugs are the best missy! Now come here."
That stupid shy smile crept to my face as I pulled him in for a hug. He was right, his hugs are the best.
As I pulled away, I hit his shoulder, "Loser." I mumbled.
"But I'm your loser."
I smiled, "Yeah... my loser."