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Things are fun when we first start playing, but the longer we play, the more it feels like Abby is holding back what she really wants to say. By hole ten, I can’t take it anymore. “Just say it, Ab.”
“Say what?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.” I have a feeling I know what’s coming. It’s going to be the same thing I heard from Marcus and Lydia. She’s going to tell me that she gets a bad feeling or has heard negative things about Felicity, but no one knows what I know. No one understands what she’s been struggling with.
“I think Felicity likes Marcus.”
Okay… definitely not what I expected to hear. “What are you talking about? I told you there’s something between me and her. You called it yourself.”
Abby rests her body weight on her golf club and stares down at the ground. “I know, but I’m afraid she’s playing you.”
“Playing me?” No. That isn’t what’s happening at all.
“I think she might be using you to get to your brother.”
I shake my head. “No. She wouldn’t do that. Why would anyone do that? That’s crazy.”
Abby still can’t make eye contact with me. “People do crazy things when they like someone.”
It takes everything inside of me not to lash out at Abby. I know she’s just trying to look out for me, but she couldn’t be more wrong. “It’s not like that.” An idea pops into my head. “Actually, I can prove it.”
Felicity’s letters are proof enough that she is into me and not Marcus. She wasn’t even willing to give her identity in those. If it was really her who wrote those letters, which it obviously was, she would know where to find another one. “I can’t tell you how I can prove it, but I promise I can. Do you trust me?”
Abby finally looks at me now, her eyes heavy with sadness. “Of course I trust you, Marjorie. This isn’t an issue of trusting you at all. And you can obviously trust me too. If you say this is real, I’m not going to tell anyone. Actually, no matter how it turns out, your secret is safe with me. I might be dating your brother, but through the years, you’ve also become one of my best friends. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Her words are so nice and sincere, they almost make me cry. Ever since Abby started dating my brother, she’s been like a sister to me. It’s nice to know that she feels the same way.
The rest of our time together is a blur because all I can think about is getting this note written. As soon as I’m home, I sit down at my desk and quickly scribble out a short note.
Meet me at the football field by the bleachers after school on Friday.
I choose Friday since it’s the next time I don’t have to go to work right after school. A few hours after placing the note on my locker, it’s gone, so I assume Felicity must have gotten it. Even though we see each other in chemistry and send texts back and forth, Felicity doesn’t mention the note at all on Wednesday or Thursday. When I get to school on Friday though, I find a note inside of my locker.
I smile as I open it, sure that Felicity must not have mentioned it because she wanted to answer with her own note instead. When I read the words, my stomach drops.
I’m really happy you wrote back to me. I was starting to worry that I said something wrong in my last note. I’m sorry, but I can’t meet you after school. I know you are wondering who I am, but I’m not ready to tell you. If you don’t want to write back and forth, I completely understand.
Also, if that note on your locker wasn’t meant for me, I’m soooo sorry. It just hit me that it could have been put there for someone else (or maybe someone else left it there for you) and here I am rambling on like an idiot.
I’m sorry. I’m going to end this note before I make myself look like even more of an idiot. Thanks again for everything.
I continue to stare at the note in disbelief. It can’t be true, right? It has to be some sort of sick joke. I know it’s not though. I’ve read those other two notes more than I’d like to admit. This is the exact same handwriting.
Sticking to my original plan, I text Felicity and ask her to meet me by the bleachers after school. When I see her walking toward me, I have mixed feelings. Part of me wants to believe there’s a reasonable explanation for all of this and the girl I’m falling for is actually who I think she is. The other part of me knows if she lied about the notes, she most likely lied about other stuff too. Maybe all of it.
“What’s up, beautiful?” Felicity whispers when she’s close enough for me to hear.
“I have a question for you.”
Felicity tilts her head and smiles at me, almost making me forget what I need to talk to her about. “Sounds serious.”
“Did you get the note I left for you?”
“Note?” Felicity shakes her head. “Where did you leave it?”
“The same place we’ve left all of our notes to each other.”
Felicity’s eyes dart around. She knows she’s been caught. “Someone must have stolen it. You didn’t write my name in it, did you?”
