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Keith frowned as the carefully folded piece of paper fluttered out of his locker and landed at his feet. He quickly looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching him. Gingerly, as if handling a bomb Keith opened the note. His curiosity quickly gave way to embarrassment as he read the contents. "Hi, how was heaven when you left it? X”
Pidge. He thought to himself angrily, his best friend had a penchant for practical jokes and this seemed exactly like something she would do.
"Heaven was pretty gutted when I left, thanks for asking." He whispered to the mass of short brown hair in front of him. Pidge spun around, staring in confusion at Keith.
"What? Is this more of your weird emo poetry Keith? Cause I've told you before I'm sorry but I just don't get it." She asked, adjusting her glasses on her face.
"No I'm talking about this." He hissed, waving the note in front of her face as she grabbed the paper from his hand. Quickly scanning the note she couldn't help but burst out laughing, causing Keith to turn an interesting shade of red.
"This is majestic but I'm afraid I can't take credit for this one. Looks like you have a secret admirer!" Keith sputtered in response and snatched the note back off Pidge.
"Do you want to say that any louder Pidge? I don't quite think the entire school heard you." He hissed, crumpling the note in his fist and shoving it in his bag.
"Besides what a ridiculous notion. This is just some stupid prank, and I'm going to find the person responsible." He declared angrily before turning and striding through the hallway.
"I'll see you in Geography then?" Pidge called out, still chuckling slightly she shook her head before heading to class.
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Now with a third note tumbling out of his locker, Keith was no closer to figuring out who was sending them. "Hey, you're pretty and I'm cute. Together we'd be pretty cute! X” Keith smiled to himself, he was beginning to wonder whether Pidge could be right. His heart skipped a beat at the thought, before he quickly squashed the familiar stirrings of hope. The last time he had allowed himself to think someone liked him was in his freshman year. He had been cruelly rejected by the boy in question and despite now being in his senior year the memory of the humiliation and pain was as fresh as it had been four years ago.
Don’t be ridiculous. He chastised himself. This is definitely some sort of prank. His frown deepened as he surveyed the students around him, wondering which one of them was setting him up. Slamming his locker shut he hurried towards class, cursing his mysterious note sender. Keith angrily pushed open the set of double doors at the end of the hallway, stopping when he heard a strangled cry. Glancing down he saw a vaguely familiar looking boy sprawled on the floor, clutching his head.
“I think you broke my face.” The boy moaned, rolling around the corridor. Keith rolled his eyes, not in the mood for this boy’s amateur dramatics.
“I think the least you could do is help me up Keith.” He added stubbornly, holding his hand out expectantly.
“How do you know my name?” Keith asked warily, grunting as he pulled the boy to his feet.
“I’m Lance.” The boy replied, his face dropping slightly as it became obvious Keith had no idea who he was.
“We have English class together?” He added, wishing the ground would swallow him as Keith continued to stare blankly at him.
“Right, okay. Well watch where you’re going next time.” Keith scowled as he adjusted his bag and stormed away.
“I guess I’ll erm, see you in English then?” Lance muttered to himself, sighing deeply as he gathered his belongings off the floor.
Great going McClain. Real smooth. Lance rubbed his head, throwing one last glance at the receding figure of Keith before hurrying to his own classroom.