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Chapter 2 -His Little Cupcake-

Somehow gaining enough adrenaline in me, I sped off down the hallway, making sure to take random turns into some other. With one look back, I can tell that I lost them. Sighing in relief, I was glad that I was still alive. Haha, looks like Seth was wrong. I can out run football players. Then it struck me.

They tricked me. Of course they knew I would run, out of the fear of being caught eavesdropping. They wanted me to run, so they could continue talking or whatever. There was no point in going back now. Because one, they would actually run after me the second time. And I had no energy to run again. Also two, I was late. For gym. Which started at 9. Glancing down at the watch I had on, I cursed. It was 9:13. Guess I was skipping for the day.

I kicked the nearest locker to me, and screamed when my foot went in contact with it. Of course I wasn't superman! Why wouldn't kicking a stupid locker hurt? Such an idiot you are, Hannah. Now, marching in the direction of my locker, once I got there I threw in my gym bag. My hands were itching to grab the love letter of the day that sat between my textbooks neatly. But I restrained my self by slapping my own hands. Dang it, I had a whole day ahead of me to go!

But... Glancing around the hallway... there was no one around. No one to notice or catch me reading my own love letters. A devilish grin made it's way on my face. I quickly snatched the piece of paper from my locker, slamming the door shut. I knew I couldn't just read it out here in the open, so I made my way towards the girls bathroom. Once I was inside, I sighed with a smile before opening the piece of paper to read it softly aloud in the small stall I stood in.

I must have looked so weird right now, from anyone else's point of view. Like I cared anyways.

This one is called: I remember

You don't remember me, but I remember you

I remember that day when you smiled

You always smile...

I remember that day when I dialed

your number, and you answered

This was when we were in a friendship

I remember, but I don't think you do

Still, I remember the day I saw you

I think it was instant love.

Pure, like a white dove

We were close once, and I remember

It was late December

Do you remember? Cupcake?

I stopped right there. Completely. Cupcake... I stared at the word for a long time before everything tumbled upon me like a pile of bricks. CUPCAKE! His little cupcake. That is what he called me a lot in his love letters. And that is what Seth was saying to the other guy. He said, 'who is this little cupcake hmm?' I kicked the stall in front of me, this time with my other foot. My toes stung, but I was still in shock. Did this mean that the whole time, around that corner, the guy that Seth was talking to was my secret admirer?

Well, there went my chance of meeting him for the very first time. I knew I was going to bake three dozens of chocolate chip cupcakes when I come home today from school. It was what I usually did when I was stressed. Sometimes I just baked cupcakes for fun. That was why I liked the nickname my admirer gave me. It went well with me, because I loved to bake and cook a lot!

Glancing down at the paper, I was disappointed that I didn't get to meet this guy. I was just about to read the rest of the letter, when I heard the bathroom door slam open. I jumped and quickly folded the paper up, sticking it in my pocket. Yikes, I thought and flushed the toilet, waiting a few seconds to walk out of the stall. I wanted to look as casual as I could be.

When I saw the person who walked in the bathroom, I jumped once again. To my shock it was my best friend, Olivia. She had a hand on her hip, looking at me with narrowed eyes. Man, I hadn't seen her all week. Her red dyed hair was up in a pony tail and even though she was glaring at me, I could tell that she was really tired. Under Olivia's eyes, you could see the beginning of dark bags. Wow.

"Olivia... What's wrong?" I was very concerned for my best friend, that was like a sister to me. The fact that I hadn't seen her in a week was a surprise. Also, that meant that something was actually wrong. Olivia, Jasmine and I couldn't stay away from each other even if we wanted to.

She gasped and glared more at me like I was in the wrong, "What's wrong with me?! What's up with you?" Now I was confused. What was she talking about, I was perfectly fine.

"What do you mean Olivia? I'm not the one with bags under my eyes, and slumped shoulders. And... I'm not wearing the messiest pony tail in the world!" I shouted in exasperation. Okay, I had nothing on wearing pony tails. In fact, I wore them all the time at home, but this was Olivia we were talking about. One of the little things that Jasmine and Olivia don't have in common with me was being a fashionista.

If there was one way of making Olivia or Jasmine go nuts, it was wearing a pony tail. There was definitely something up with the red head in front of me. She raised one eye brow and dropped her hand from her waist, only to cross her hands across her chest.

"Really? You know I'm not stupid Hannah! I know you're keeping something from us," So she's caught on.

Yes, I knew she was not stupid, but that doesn't mean I am in the mood of telling her that for three whole years that I've had a secret admirer. But that doesn't mean I was going to lie either. Maybe to other people, telling their best friend that they have a secret admirer is no big deal. Yet to me, I feel like this has grown apart of me. And, everyone has secrets that they don't want to tell, right? I just want a secret to be kept for myself. For me to know only and I don't know how long it will be before I would just let it out and be known to my best friends. To my mom. To someone that is worthy of knowing.

"Okay... I admit that I'm hiding something.. but I really can't say it! I can't right now and not for a while. Is it wrong to have something secret for just myself to know?" I asked her, gazing into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes...No.. I don't know! But, will you at least tell me? Not now, but when you're ready at least?" I nodded in response to her.

"And I'm not saying forever.." Olivia trailed, glaring at me, and I laughed shaking my head.

"I know." I smiled, but then my smile dimmed when I got back to the matter at hand, "Now that we have that covered, will you tell me why I hadn't seen you in years?!" I screamed, flinging my hands around in exaggeration.

She laughed, but with no humor. "...Family problems," Was all she said, before we went into an awkward silence. I understood though, what she said.

Olivia had some issues in her family. Her mom was addicted to smoking, while her father was addicted to drinking. They weren't the most responsible parents in the world, but at least they didn't abuse her. Olivia was one of the most greatest people in the world. She was one of those people that would always make you laugh, in no matter what situation. I met her in third grade, and ever since then we were stuck with each other- like glue.

I met Jasmine in seventh grade, and introduced her to Olivia. From then on, we were the three musketeers, and like triplets. There wasn't many secrets that we could keep from each other. Oh and did I mention that Seth was Jasmine's brother? No I didn't. It was because, they couldn't be related! I mean, they had the same features with dark hair and brown eyes, and straight noses. But, their personalities were completely opposite. I can't stand him. Ever since we met, it was like it was his objective to always annoy me when he could. Jasmine knows, so that's why we try not to plan sleepovers at her house.

"Why aren't you in class?" Olivia blurted out. I raised my eyebrow, that was the same question I had for her.

"I was late for Gym, so I decided to wait it out in here.." That was partly true. I had been late for gym and didn't feel like walking in there to do whatever Coach Matthews wanted to kill us with today.

Olivia nodded, and said, "Well I was in math class... but I needed to fix my makeup real quick.." She smirked.

I laughed, "Typical Olivia. Even though your hairs a wreck, you still need to make sure that your makeup is still perfect!"

"Always," She smiled and looked at the time, cursing like I did twenty minutes ago before saying that she needed to go. We said our goodbyes and right when she walked out. I heard the bell, telling me it was time for Algebra 2 honors. Oh brother... Looks like the rest of the note will have to be read later.

I hate school.

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Yeah I said months ago that I would update this. OOPS. Well there you go guys! Chapter two for His Little Cupcake. Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned. Im very sorry for those who waited for this chapter sooo long!!

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