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When Megan opens her locker and a small piece of paper falls out, she’s puzzled, to say the least. After all, people like her don’t get love letters. People like her barely get looked at. Barely get acknowledged.
And so, she decides it’s most definitely not a love letter and that she was just being silly.
Picking it up, she debates what it could be. A questionnaire? Maybe an ad of some sort? A lot of kids in her school have been starting their own stupid businesses. Think dog walking, house cleaning. It could also be some sort of threat; not that Megan is noticeable enough to be threatened.
She opens the letter, a fresh wave of confusion filling her.
‘Stop being so cute.’
Her? No way. This must be a mistake. Yeah, that makes the most sense. Someone must’ve mixed her locker up with the girl next to her; Sophia. Sophia Laforteza always gets love letters because she’s, well, Sophia Laforteza. That’s the most believable explanation. It’s easy to get their lockers mixed up. Megan’s is bland while Sophia’s is… really decorated but that’s besides the point.
Easy mistake!
Out of curiosity, she looks around to gauge who it could be. The halls are pretty packed right now, it being in between periods, so Megan has a few options.
The football quarterback–he’d make sense. Sophia is the star in every school play, after all.
Gabriela–maybe? Is she gay? Megan has no clue.
Daniela Avanzini–definitely not. That girl is as straight as a ruler.
Yoonchae–oh! Yoonchae!
Megan eagerly waves her friend over and when Yoonchae reaches her, Megan says, “someone left a love letter in my locker by–by accident.”
For a brief moment, Yoonchae just stares at her. “By accident?”
“Well, yeah. It’s not like anyone’s, anyone is leaving me love letters. I–I think they meant to give it to Sophia.”
“Oh?” She doesn’t seem convinced. “What does it say?”
Megan hands her the note. Yoonchae reads it thoroughly despite there only being four letters. Once she’s done, she hands it back to Megan and says, “are you sure it’s not for you?”
“Yoon, come on! Of–of course not.”
Yoonchae hesitates before saying, “whatever you say, Meiyok.”
“Should I… put it in her locker?” Megan asks. Yoonchae’s skepticism is shocking to her, to say the least. It’s completely plausible that someone mixed up their lockers. What isn’t plausible is the idea of Megan having a secret admirer. She’s awkward, a little shy, so insecure it’s painful and has this really stupid stutter that’s incredibly annoying–there’s nothing to like.
“I think you should keep it,” she says, “just in case.”
“I–I don’t know.”
“Just keep it.” Yoonchae takes it from her hands, stuffing it in Megan’s pocket.
“You’re so weird,” Megan mumbles, still debating if she should keep the note or not. It’d be rude to keep something that’s not meant for you, right? Especially when it’s a love letter; that sort of shit is important.
“You’re weird,” Yoonchae says without hesitation. “Do you want to start eating outside since it’s so nice out? My mom’s been bugging me about getting out more.”
“Sure!” The less people, the better. “I like–like fresh air. Helps me, um, think clearly.”
“You definitely need that,” Yoonchae mutters.
***
The letters haven’t stopped.
Despite disagreeing with Yoonchae, Megan has kept every single one. Ever since the first, there’s been a new letter in her locker every day. The more that come, the more Megan is convinced they’re for Sophia and not her. This secret admirer is saying things that don’t pertain to her at all.
‘You look so pretty with your hair up!’ Yeah, right. Whenever she puts her hair up it’s because she was too lazy to do anything to it.
‘I love your laugh!’ Ridiculous, just like Megan’s laugh. Nothing endearing about it.
‘I wish I could gain the courage to talk to you.’ There’s no way in hell anyone would ever be afraid to approach her. She’s not intimidating in any way. If anything, she’s the one who would be intimidated.
All of these things pertain to Sophia so they must be for Sophia and Megan should really just give them to her but she can’t because sometimes she wonders if she’s wrong and they actually are for her. The idea of being wanted is nice; the idea of being seen is nice because, well, she never is. Never has been and never will be.
Today’s reads: ‘You look so cute in baggy clothes.’ Does Sophia wear baggy clothes? Not really. Whatever–maybe she wore some one day and Megan just didn’t notice. It’s not like she’s constantly looking for Sophia. Honestly, Megan didn’t think of her much before this entire ordeal.
An unfamiliar voice comes from behind her, “hey.”
Megan turns around, being met face to face with Manon Bannerman, which is strange because they’ve never spoken.
Ever.
She motions to the piece of paper in Megan’s hand, a smirk plastered on her lips. “I see you’ve been getting some love letters.”
Megan’s eyebrows furrow. Has Manon been watching her? That’s a little creepy. She forces out a chuckle, shaking her head. “Not–not really. I’m pretty sure they’re meant for some–someone else.”
Manon’s lips part, ever so slightly. “You sure?”
She nods–quickly. “Pretty sure.”
“Huh.” She clears her throat. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” Yeah, it really is.
Megan wants to question why Manon has been watching her but doesn’t gain the courage to before Manon leaves. If Manon wasn’t dating Lara Raj, Megan would’ve guessed she’s been the one leaving the notes. But alas.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter, anyway. Never will because the notes aren’t for her. They’re for Sophia.
***
The next day, Megan goes to her locker like normal. There’s a not because of course there is and Megan picks it up without much thought. As she’s opening it, she’s not expecting to see anything groundbreaking. This has become a regular thing for her, so much so that she’s learned what to expect; some vague comment. Maybe even something semi-specific. Nothing too crazy.
What she definitely wasn’t expecting were the words: ‘I really like your smile, Megan.’
Oh shit.
Someone actually likes her. She has a secret admirer. She was wrong. Oh god, she was wrong.
As time passes, the notes don’t disappear. They get more specific, mentioning her hair, her outfits, even the moles on her neck. No matter how hard Megan tries, she can’t figure out who’s leaving them for her. Hell, she doesn’t even know what gender they are.
“It’s kind of creepy, though, don’t you think?” Yoonchae asks as they’re sitting on a bench outside the school, stalling before heading inside.
Megan shrugs. “People–people do it all the time. I like getting some attention for once.”
“Just be careful,” she mumbles, “I don’t want you getting murdered or anything.”
“I won’t,” she says. “They’re–they’re, they are probably just some loser like me. Too afraid to do anything about their feelings.”
“What if they’re, like, super ugly?” Yoonchae asks. Megan has considered this possibility and has decided it’s alright if they look like some ogre–she’ll take what she can get. It’s not like she has people lining up to date her or anything.
“It’s fine.” She shrugs. “I’m just kind of hoping they’re a–a girl.”
“Really?” She picks at the strap of her backpack. “I thought you didn’t care about gender. Since you’re bi.”
“I don’t. It’s just a little, um, a little less creepy if it’s a girl, y’know?” Megan has been in more of a girlfriend mood lately, if that’s even the correct term for it. Girls are great, after all. They’re sweet and pretty and have boobs and boobs are great. Who doesn’t love women? And boobs? An idiot, that’s who.
“Thought you said it wasn’t creepy?”
“It’s not!”
Yoonchae looks unconvinced but doesn’t say otherwise. “They better hurry up and confess soon.”
“T–tell me about it.” All Megan wants at the moment is to know who the hell loves her enough to compliment her every day. It’s becoming frustrating, having no clue who this secret admirer is, even more so since they’re about to graduate high school.
“We should probably go in.”
“Guess so,” she says with a sigh, grabbing her bag and getting up from the bench. The two make their way to Yoonchae’s locker first, then Megan’s, and when she opens it, that familiar white piece of paper falls out.
“What’s it say this time?” Yoonchae asks eagerly despite the fact she was just worried about Megan’s safety minutes ago.
Megan opens the note, staring at the words in disbelief. ‘Meet me by the tree after school?’
Before she can say anything about it, or really register it at all, Yoonchae says, “what tree?”
“Maybe the–the big one behind the school building?”
“Oh god, they’re trying to murder you.”
“Yoonchae!” Megan hits her in the shoulder. “It’s in a public place.”
“So you’re going?” Of course she’s going. Any chance she has to figure out who this secret admirer is, she’ll take. This entire situation has been plaguing her for nearly a month at this point.
“Why–why wouldn’t I?”
Yoonchae shrugs. “Kind of defeats the whole mystery of it.”
“I don’t want it to be a, be a mystery anymore.” She shuts her locker.
“Suit yourself.”
***
Sitting underneath the tree, Megan is beginning to wonder if she’s being pranked. It’s been about thirty minutes since school has let out and there’s still no sign of her secret admirer. Or anyone, really, because she insisted Yoonchae stay behind in fear of being stood up, like she is right now. Despite that, she can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching her, laughing at how pathetic she was to believe anyone could ever actually love her.
Oh well.
The longer she waits the more her mind wanders and that’s never a good thing. Will she ever find someone? Is there even anyone out there made for her? She’s not so sure. Her entire high school career she’s had absolutely zero romantic attention, except this and even this is going nowhere. How the hell does she like both genders and is still single? It’s becoming embarrassing at this point, especially when her mom asks her if she’s found anyone and Megan has to whisper ‘no.’ Not to mention her brother always making fun of her.
Despite not wanting to, she begins to cry. Tears slowly trickle down her cheeks, her heart feeling heavy. It’s humiliating, knowing she actually believed someone cared about her. That someone wanted her. That someone actually saw her as more than some loser. Not wanting anyone to see her–not like anyone will–she buries her face in her knees and tries to not think about how pathetic she is.
She’s so distracted, in fact, that it takes her a while to register an unfamiliar voice saying, “are you okay?”
Megan looks up, tears still in her eyes, mortified when she sees Daniela Avanzini in front of her. Star student, dance prodigy, drop-dead gorgeous. That’s the girl who caught her crying underneath a tree, because of course that’d happen to Megan. The universe hates her, after all.
Isn’t life just great?
“Oh–oh my god! Oh fuck, I–I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing.” She quickly wipes the tears from her eyes, trying to keep her composure. “What–what are you doing here?”
“I saw you over here and I was worried.” Daniela sits next to her, which is the last thing Megan wants at the moment. Thankfully, Daniela is a decent distance away. “Everything alright?”
“Not really,” Megan–for some reason–admits. “I–I was supposed to meet someone here but they never came.”
To her surprise, Daniela says, rather animatedly, “that’s so shitty!”
Megan’s eyes widen in response.
“Who the hell would ever want to stand you up?”
“Um.” She sniffles. “I don’t know. A lot of people, I guess. They–they invited me, though. It’s probably–probably some sort of prank.”
“Maybe they just got nervous,” Daniela suggests with a shrug. “People can be weird sometimes.”
“No, no. Definitely not.” Megan lets out a sigh. “I’m–I’m just, y’know. Me.”
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that,” says Daniela. She smiles and it seems genuine but Megan still can’t wrap her mind around why she would come over to her. Someone like Daniela doesn’t hang around someone like Megan, nor comfort her while she’s crying under a tree. “I think you’re pretty cool.”
Ugh. What a fucking liar! “You–you don’t know me,” Megan says in an attempt to get Daniela to realize that this is all stupid and she’s wasting her time.
“I guess not,” she whispers. “Hey, do you always stutter like that?”
Oh, for fucks sake! If there’s one thing Megan hates, it’s people bringing up her stutter. She’s aware of it all the time because she’s the one doing it so there really isn’t a point in mentioning it. If you have questions, just look them up. That’s what Google is for.
Fucking popular kids. “Um. Yeah.”
“I like it, it’s cute.” Oh for god’s sake! Of course someone like Daniela would find it cute. She’s probably just here in an attempt to make herself look better, like how popular kids try to ‘adopt’ people with autism. Not that Megan has autism. At least, she doesn’t think she does. Autism and stuttering aren’t connected at all but whatever. Same idea.
Oh, she can see it now. Daniela wants to befriend her so she can brag about how good of a person she is and get into a good college with a sick essay because lord knows there’s nothing else interesting about her. She probably grew up in this rich family with five exotic cars and twelve garages and the hardest day of her life was when her dad went on a business trip for a week and brought home a limited edition Coach bag from France.
“Not–not really,” Megan says, trying to appear less offended than she actually is. “It’s really frustrating, actually. It–it’s not fun at–at all. Or cute.”
For a moment, it’s silent. Daniela’s face falters. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m sorry–I really didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You didn’t offend me,” Megan says. “You–you just said some–something stupid.” And this is why she doesn’t have friends. It’s hard for her to just get past people’s weird comments, especially when she’s upset, like she is right now. That’s why she and Yoonchae get along so well–she’s never once brought up Megan’s stutter and Megan likes that.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, putting her hand to her heart.
“It’s alright.”
“No, no, I really am. I didn’t–I’m sorry.”
Megan didn’t think this far ahead and she honestly didn’t expect Daniela to be so panicked. It takes her a while to respond. “Really. It’s okay.”
“I just wanted to make you feel better,” she says. “Maybe I should just go. I’m going to just leave.”
Before Megan can respond, Daniela stands up and basically runs away. She doesn’t even bother to look back, shoving her hands in her pockets. This is when Megan realizes she’s stopped crying and is more annoyed than sad, so she supposes Daniela did help her in a way, except for the fact that she’s now embarrassed, which may be even worse than being sad.
Not wanting to waste anymore time waiting for nobody, Megan gets up and heads to her car, checking her appearance in the mirror. She looks ridiculous–her eyes are red, swollen. She can’t believe she spoke to Daniela Avanzini while looking like this. Despite the weird stuttering comment she made, Daniela is still super pretty. So pretty, in fact, that Megan has almost completely forgotten about her secret admirer. Dating Daniela would be nice.
Megan pushes the thought away quickly–Daniela is straight. And a little slow. But Megan supposes she’s slow, too. Speaking wise, at least.
***
The next day, Megan finds herself hidden behind a classroom door with Yoonchae, staring at her locker. After she told Yoonchae about how her secret admirer stood her up (and her odd encounter with Daniela Avanzini), Yoonchae decided they’d just figure out who the mystery person is themselves. And so, they’re spying on them.
“What–what if they just stop now?” Megan whispers. “Maybe they saw me–me waiting and changed their mind?”
“Impossible,” says Yoonchae. “You’re so pretty.”
Megan sighs and continues looking out the small glass window. She’s not that pretty. It’s also possible that they saw her crying and got turned off right then and there.
“Do you think anyone will yell at us?” Yoonchae asks.
With a shake of her head, Megan says, “no.” Thankfully for them, the classroom is abandoned, and for some reason, always unlocked. If it weren’t for that the two wouldn’t be able to spy at all because Megan’s locker is basically in the middle of nowhere, the closest corner about a lightyear away.
They wait for what seems like forever until someone does, shockingly, go up to Megan’s locker. The problem is, this someone is none other than Lara Raj, who just so happens to be dating Manon. The idea of Lara cheating on Manon with Megan is baffling so Megan decides she’s just seeing things wrong. That is, until Lara ends up slipping a note in her locker.
“What the fuck?” Yoonchae exclaims.
“Wait, don’t–”
Too late. Yoonchae swings the door open, getting Lara’s attention almost instantly. “Why are you leaving Megan love letters?”
Lara seems surprised, to say the least. Maybe even terrified. “It’s not what it looks like!”
“You have a girlfriend.” Yoonchae crosses her arms, Megan finding her place next to her, standing sheepishly. How embarrassing. Mortifying. Confusing, as well. Why the hell is Lara leaving her love letters? Why the hell is Lara cheating on her girlfriend? Manon is an absolute goddess.
Megan was definitely right–this is totally a prank. Of course it was all too good to be true! She was stupid to think anyone would actually leave her sweet letters. There’s nothing sweet about her.
“If you don’t tell us what’s going on, we’re telling Manon.” Megan is shocked by how assertive Yoonchae is being–she’s never seen her so passionate about anything, really.
“That won’t do anything,” Lara says, rolling her eyes. “She already knows.”
“What?” Megan spits out. Is this some crazy elaborate plan for a threesome? Or maybe even a throuple? Megan would be caught dead before she found herself in a polyamorous relationship because she gets jealous way too easily.
“I’m not the one writing them.” Lara sighs. “My friend just got paranoid and asked me to start doing it.”
Oh.
Huh?
Before Megan can say anything, Yoonchae says, “then ask your friend why the hell they stood up Megan yesterday.”
“She got nervous!” Lara says, throwing her arms out.
It’s a girl. Oh, thank god.
“Listen, I think she should just tell you straight up, too, but she’s complicated.” While speaking, Lara seems almost annoyed, which Megan finds ironic considering she’s actively contributing to this entire situation.
Thinking back to everything, a moment of realization comes to Megan when she remembers that Lara is friends with Daniela. “So that’s why–why Daniela came up to me yesterday!”
Lara lets out a sigh of relief. “Finally! I was thinking–”
“She must–must’ve, must have been with whoever this person was–is and felt bad that–that I was being stood up.”
Yoonchae glances at her, disbelief filling her face as she says, “are you being serious right now?”
“Yeah, yeah! Makes total sense.”
Lara seems equally baffled and Megan can’t quite put her finger on why. “Right.” She clears her throat. “Um, well, I’ll talk to my friend. Get her to maybe confess or something.”
“That’d be nice,” Yoonchae mutters as Lara turns around.
The two watch as Lara walks–rather confidently–down the hallway. Megan wishes she was as cool as her. She also wishes Lara had just told her who’s been writing these letters but whatever. It seems this frustrating mystery is never going to end. Not at this rate, anyway.
Yoonchae spins around so she’s fully facing Megan. “Are you stupid?”
Megan scoffs. “Okay, asshole.”
“You can’t–” she cuts herself off with a sigh. “Whatever. Let’s just see what this girl said.”
Megan nods, opening her locker and picking up the piece of paper. When she opens it she’s met with the words: ‘I’m sorry about yesterday.’ Definitely not what she was expecting, that’s for sure.
“Well, at least she’s apologizing,” Yoonchae mutters.
“Don’t be, don’t be so rude,” says Megan. “I get it. Being–being shy and stuff.”
“This whole situation is so weird.”
Megan doesn’t say anything back because, well, it is. That being said, she doesn’t want it to ever stop. She likes the attention.
***
The notes have stopped. Maybe it has something to do with them catching Lara in the act.
Megan doesn’t know if she’s disappointed or relieved. On one end, it sucks that whoever this girl is doesn’t like her anymore. On the other hand, it’s nice not having to keep guessing who said girl is. It was becoming somewhat frustrating.
She’ll still keep wondering until the day she dies, though. Maybe she should just keep bugging Lara until she finally cracks.
She walks out of school alone today; Yoonchae is sick. It’s odd not having her around. Usually, Megan relies on her whenever someone says something stupid–Yoonchae always sticks up for her. She’s also helpful when Megan has a hard time getting her point across. It’s not like many people spoke to her today, though. She’s invisible, as always.
Not wanting to draw any attention to herself, she stares down at her shoes. The last thing she wants at the moment is a conversation. Not that anyone would ever want to talk to her. She’s a nobody. Always has been and always will be.
Sometimes, Megan wonders what her life would be like if she could speak properly. Sure, her stuttering doesn’t directly affect her life–she can still do all the things other people can–but it does affect her self-esteem and how others view her. So, maybe, in some ways, it does directly affect her. If she could just learn to control it, maybe life would be easier and people would like her more and she’d be–
“Hey, Megan!” A somewhat familiar voice says, taking Megan away from her thoughts.
When Megan looks up, she’s shocked, to say the least as she’s met face to face with none other than Daniela Avanzini.
Again.
“Oh. Hey.” Megan doesn’t necessarily want to talk to her at the moment but there’s really no way out. It’s not that she dislikes Daniela–she just wants to be left alone. Also, their last encounter was awkward. Megan still replays it in her brain every so often.
Realizing Daniela wants to have a full-blown conversation, Megan reluctantly stops walking.
Daniela clears her throat. “I’m still super sorry for being so stupid that day under the tree.”
It’s nice to hear their conversation is still stuck in her mind, as well. “It’s–it’s fine.” Megan shoves her hands in her hoodie pocket. “I shouldn’t have–have called you stupid. Or–I mean, what you said stupid.” While what Daniela said was dumb, Megan definitely could’ve been a little nicer. Being mean won’t get her anywhere when she’s already such a mess.
“It’s alright.”
It’s silent for a while. At one point, it seems that Daniela is about to speak but no words come out. Megan doesn’t know what to do–there has to be more to this conversation, right? There’s no way in hell Daniela would just randomly talk to her, not to mention the fact she already apologized when they initially spoke.
Realizing Daniela isn’t going to say anything else, Megan swallows hard before saying, “I’m sorry I always–always make things so awkward.”
“No, no, it’s not you!” Daniela says, forcing out a chuckle. “It’s just.” She takes a deep breath out, looking around before continuing. “I get really nervous around you.”
“What?”
“You’re probably gonna find this super weird and it is–I know it is–but, um.” She plays with her hands before stopping and fixing her posture, which wasn’t even that bad to begin with. “I’ve been leaving the notes in your locker.”
What? No way; there’s no way.
Daniela Avanzini likes her? The straight dancer who has only ever dated crazy muscular men likes Megan Skiendiel; the skinny, awkward girl who barely speaks. Not only is she gay, but out of every girl in the school, she picked her? This makes absolutely no sense. Has she never laid eyes on a woman before? She could pull almost any girl in the school but instead is stressing out over Megan.
To say Megan is shocked would be an understatement because what the fuck? Daniela Avanzini has a crush on her? She’s been the one leaving love letters in her locker?
Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe Daniela’s just covering for someone or simply didn’t think this whole thing through. “What?” Megan asks. “Are–are you serious?”
Daniela nods without hesitation. “I really like you! I obviously don’t know you that well but I really, really like you.” She takes a deep breath out and then runs her hands over her face. “God, this is so weird. I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to get to know you better but I’ve just been too scared.”
Megan points to herself in total disbelief. “Of–of me?” There’s no way in hell someone like Daniela would be afraid of her. There’s no way anyone would be, actually–there’s nothing intimidating about her. Nothing at all.
“Yeah!” She smiles. “You’re my type. Like, totally.”
“Really?”
Daniela nods. “Fuck, I’m sorry, this is really creepy, isn’t it?”
“No, no, it’s not!” Megan says, the realization that she can’t continue to fuck this up overcoming her. It’s not everyday that someone as pretty as Daniela confesses to you. Also, the notes she’s been leaving have been super sweet and Megan loves sweet. Daniela’s totally her type, too! Daniela has always been in the back of her mind–as she is with everyone, probably–but now that Megan knows she’s been the one flirting with her she wants her even more. “I’m–I’m just shocked that you like me. I mean, you’re, you know.”
“Of course I like you!” Daniela says with a chuckle. “I just don’t really know how to talk to women and every time I’d go to talk to you I’d just freak out.”
Without meaning to, Megan laughs. “Oh my god, really?”
There’s a flash of insecurity on Daniela’s face but she nods anyway.
“This–this entire time I thought, I thought you were just helping your friend!” Megan says with a laugh, taking her hands out of her pocket. “I had no idea. I thought–thought you were straight. Just kind of wrote–wrote you out.”
Daniela’s eyes light up. “Seriously? I thought it was obvious!”
“Not really.” Megan rocks back and forth, most likely from excitement. She never knew she did this until Yoonchae brought it up about a month ago. “I–I really liked your notes.”
“You did?” She smirks. “I kept thinking they were super cheesy.”
Megan shrugs, beginning to play with her hair. “I like cheesy.”
“I’m usually not that cheesy,” Daniela begins, “I’m actually pretty romantic. I don’t know what’s been going on with me lately.”
“I don’t–don’t mind either way.” Realizing she’s still rocking back and forth, Megan stops herself. “Why’d you have Lara put the notes in my locker?”
“Oh, that!” Daniela laughs. “Yeah, um, after we talked under the tree I got super embarrassed and was worried you’d find it weird after everything so I just asked her and she said yes. But she just did it once.”
“I should’ve put two and two together when we caught her.”
“I didn’t give you much to go off of.” Daniela shrugs. “So, now that you know, do you want to get to know each other a little better? Maybe go on a date or something?”
“Totally, y–yeah, of course!” Megan says, not bothering to hide her excitement considering she’s already embarrassed herself enough lately. She’s never been asked out on a date before and god, is Daniela beautiful. And sweet. And romantic. And accepting of Megan’s awkwardness, it seems. At least, that’s what Megan has gathered from her notes. “I’d–I’d love to.”
“Awesome!” She pulls something out of her pocket–it’s another note, folded into a heart this time. “I was going to give you this but ended up talking to you instead. It has my number in it, if you’d like to talk outside school.”
“Sure, yeah!” Megan takes the paper, carefully putting it in her pocket. She keeps her hand inside, making sure it doesn’t accidentally fall out or something. “I’ll text you when I get–get home.”
“Cool!” Daniela gives her a thumbs up. “I’ll see you around?”
Megan nods. “See–see you around.”
“Thanks for putting up with my bullshit.”
“It–it was cute,” Megan says with a chuckle.
“You’re cute.”
Megan turns away so Daniela doesn’t see her blushing because she blushes easily, which can become a problem when you’re trying to appear cool in front of your crush. But whatever–it seems Daniela likes her enough to get over it. Or, maybe she likes seeing Megan flustered. Who knows. “I’m n–not.”
“Let’s argue about this later,” she says. “Manon and Lara are waiting for me in Manon’s car–probably making fun of me or something.”
“Okay, fine,” she says, trying to hide her smile, which probably doesn’t work.
“Bye!” Daniela says with a wave–Megan waves back and watches as Daniela makes her way to what Megan can only assume is Manon’s car. Before she gets in she briefly looks back. Megan smiles.
Once she’s gone, Megan begins to rush home, pulling her phone out and texting Yoonchae about everything that happened. She doesn’t respond right away so Megan opts to take out the letter Daniela gave her and open it up, careful not to ruin it considering Daniela folded it so nicely. Her number is in it, along with another note.
‘If you like me back :) <3’