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Much to my surprise, she slips inside. I peek my head into the front and look between Marcus and Felicity. “Where’s Abby?”
“She fell asleep while we were watching a movie, and I didn’t want to wake her.”
I can’t lie. I’m a little disappointed when Felicity strikes up a conversation with my brother rather than talking to me. The disappointment is replaced with confusion, and a few other feelings, when fingers tickle the bottom of my leg. Felicity is still talking to my brother, but when I look down, it’s definitely her hand reaching back from the front seat and stroking my leg. At least, I think it is. Could I really be so drunk that I’m imagining it?
I close my eyes and lean my head back because even if this is some weird drunken fantasy, I’m still going to enjoy it. Before I know it, the car stops and Felicity says goodbye. There’s a squeeze to my ankle and then she’s out of the car.
“I’m not going to lie, Felicity Jax has always given me weird vibes,” my brother says as he backs out of her driveway.
This causes me to open my eyes back up. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. She’s nice enough, but there’s something off about her. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“I have chemistry with her. She’s always seemed fine to me.” I try my best to keep the defensiveness out of my voice, but I’m not sure I succeed.
“Just be careful, okay?” Marcus lets out a long, frustrated sigh. “Whatever it is you’re thinking—don’t. She allegedly has a boyfriend in college. No one has ever actually seen him though. It’s weird.”
“I love when you play the protective big brother role.” I laugh off his worries because they are unnecessary. Am I pretty sure Felicity was touching me? Yes. Do I actually believe that means anything other than she was drunk and touchy? No. Marcus has nothing to worry about. I know he will though. That’s the kind of guy he is. It’s why I’m lucky that he’s my big brother. “She’s my chemistry partner, Marcus. I’m not having any thoughts.” Other than how good it felt when her fingers touched my skin. “Nothing to worry about.”
It was such a weird night that by the time I’m back in my room, my whole body is buzzing, and it’s not from the alcohol. The random thought of kissing Thalia was strange. Felicity’s secret touches in the car were even more strange. Still, the most strange part of it all, is that I’m not thinking about either of them right now. All I can think about are the two notes left in my locker. I want to write back to this mystery person. I want to tell her how much her words meant to me. Even drunk, I know this isn’t a possibility though. There is no way to get it to her since I have no idea who she is. My foggy brain can acknowledge this, but I still can’t stop myself taking a piece of notebook paper out of my backpack and writing back.
I sit down at my desk and scribble out a note that I’m sure will look like complete gibberish to me tomorrow. Right now, I don’t care. I need to get the words down.
To wHoM it MaY ConcerN,
uR note wAs not creepy at all. It was so FUCK*NG sweet. SO. FUCKING. SWEET. aRe U a writeR? PRobS not since ur in high school. U should b tho. Words are harD. I’m drunk. I wonder if U were at the party tonight. I wonder if I talked to u. I wonder why I care so much. I bet ur HOT. U seem cool. wHo are u?
I stare proudly at the note I just wrote, my drunken brain keeping me from realizing I should be far from proud. I wish I had a way to give this note to my mystery girl. If only I knew where her locker is, like she knows where mine is. Wait… she knows where my locker is… Maybe if I let the note hang out of one of the slats in the locker, she’ll realize it and grab it. I’m a fucking drunk genius. Maybe I should re-write the note once I’m sober though…
Chapter 5
*Love Interest*
“What if this isn’t for me?” I ask Bug as I stare down at the note in my hands.
“It was sticking out of her locker. Who else would it be for?”
I laugh at his ridiculous question. “Literally anyone. This is Marjorie Madden we’re talking about.”
Bug nods his head toward the note. “Well, you’ll never know if you don’t look.”
“But, what if I look and it’s not for me? I’m going to feel so guilty.”
Bug reaches his hand out toward the note. “Then I’ll read it. I’m honestly shocked that I kept myself from reading it this long.”
“Don’t you dare.” I hold the note to my chest as if it’s something sacred because it very well could be.
Bug crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes at me in a way that tells me he means business. “Don’t make me.”
“Fine.” I groan and open up the note, my smile growing and heartwarming when I confirm that this note is indeed meant for me. I slowly read the words that I already know I’m going to read over and over again.
Hey you! First of all, I didn’t think your note was creepy at all. If you want to see scary, you should see the note I wrote you last night after having too much to drink (You never will. That note has been destroyed). Anyway, your note was so sweet. Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words? Because you really do.
By the way, I wasn’t always this brave. It takes time. I obviously don’t know your story, but I know coming out is a long, scary journey. I hope you find the courage to be your true self, but just remember that you don’t owe anything to anyone. You can share as little or as much of yourself as you want.
If you need someone to talk to, you can always talk to me. I just wish I knew who you were…
“So, are you going to talk to her?”
