Now that I think about it...

That was a pretty dumb question.

I mean they are a million ways they could've gotten it, even though I know the names of at least thirty people in school whom I've never even spoken to before but seeing as they are the big dogs in school, I never really thought they would pay attention to a girl like me.

Sofia and I were walking down the hallway to her car as I was narrating what went down on my way to her.
"Real funny, the day something like that happens, chop me to pieces."

"I'm serious."

"I believe you."

"Why on earth would you think I would make up such a lie," I said starting to get hurt and annoyed "why would you even think I would lie to you at all?!"

"Calm down, I swear I thought you were joking"

"I wasn't"

I expected the few seconds of silence that followed my outburst, waiting for Sofia to grasp the concept.

"So, it happened!! Oh My God" she giggled and playfully slapped my arm "Why do interesting things always happen to you?"

"How would I know?" I shrugged "I'm a bit surprised that they know my name though, I've never really counted them as the guys to do so"

"Yeah, me too" she sighed still trying to wrap her head around the fact.

"What about the letter?"

"I guess you should try and find who did it though to me that sounds like a futile plan. It could be from anybody, my theory is that you have a secret admirer"

I stopped walking and turned to face her. I studied her face for a while before I burst into laughter. Spine-breaking, pain-causing, tears-inducing laughter.

"Best joke you've made all month"

She folded her arms and looked at me.

"Now let me debunk that theory. One, there's nothing in that note that says the person likes me.

Two, it has to be someone who knows I was sad yesterday.

Three, as an extension of point two I'd like you to know that no one pays much attention to me.

Dour, Have you seen me?"
I twirled for effect
"Who on earth would secretly admire this?"
And then I burst into raucous laughter again.

"Leena Athena Thanh, what have I told you about self-deprecation!"

Oh My God! Here we go again.

The part of me that says sensible things should've just kept quiet but since that part of me is very very small... Well, I can't be blamed.

Besides, it's how I feel, I mean I have no expectations that a guy would fall for me, I mean really and truly love me. High school boys don't count, I mean most of them date and sleep with anything that can wear a skirt.

Even without considering that, I've had only one guy that ever showed interest in me. Well, two if you count the boy I went on a playdate with in kindergarten. My relationship history sucks and I'm okay with it.

I'd rather wait and date a guy who wants to be with me for me not because of my friend or status or anything like that, I know it's a long wait and I'm not complaining. I'm planning on adopting a dog I'll name cat and a cat I'll name dog to whom I'll sing my relationship sorrows.

I tuned out of my thoughts to still meet Sofia rambling about how many times it'll take for her to tell me that I'm beautiful before I believe it.

Ha!

As she spoke my mind got bored and moved on to a more important subject,
The person that gave me that note and I think I have a faint idea as to who it may be.

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"Hey" I chirped as I dropped my bad on the floor beside my seat in the library. He looked up at me in surprise, well what I think is surprise because seriously, I've seen a rock with more facial expressions than him.

Besides I've not resumed the habit of greeting him, I just used it to get his attention. I have a plan.

"Thanks," I said smiling.

He looks at me with a "what" expression.

"For the note you gave me."

"Which note?"

"The one you kept in my locker."

"Not me."

I am not going to acknowledge the fact that I felt disappointed when he said that.

"Are you sure?"

Very good question Leena, he sat down, wrote a sweet note, and kept it in your locker only to not be sure that he did it.

He just looked at me.

"Okay, moving on."

During our session, an idea came to my mind, it was so good I gave myself a subtle pat on the back and wondered why I didn't think of it before.

Why don't I look at the handwriting instead? The note was handwritten so whoever has similar handwriting to the one in the note would be the one who wrote it but since I haven't paid much attention to Kiaan's handwriting before, I need to see it again and it better be him because he's my second and only remaining suspect.

This is not Sofia's handwriting.

"Is this how to write palaeobiogeographical?"

Don't ask me why I did that, I say a lot of stupid things. Besides, I just recently stumbled across the word.

He looked up at me and gave me that 'you're crazy' look and continued writing.

"Hey"

No answer.

"Hey"

Silence.

"Hey"

Ignoration.

In a moment of false courage, I snatched the book he was writing on. He looked up and said calmly

"My note."

"You know people who usually want their things back usually say 'please' accompanied by a 'will you give me' before the statement you uttered"

The librarian shot me a warning look.

"My note"

"I'm not giving you to you... Oh, wait" I just had another idea! "I just look at your..."

He tried to grab the book but I was a second faster as I stood up and ran out of the library. I saw him trailing behind me so I looked around and saw an alley between a boutique and nail salon about 12 feet away, I ran towards there and crouched down behind the large dumpster, and began to open the book. 

Suddenly I felt the book being yanked out of my arm from behind. I turned and stood face to face, no, face to thighs with Kiaan.

"Hey," I protested "why wouldn't you just let me see it?"

He just turned and started to walk away. Having no other option I shouted.

"You're the one who writes it aren't you?, why don't you just come up and admit it, you know of all the things I think you to be I never pegged you for a coward"

Oh my God! I felt like face-palming at myself right there. When would I learn to stop saying stupid things?. But to my utter astonishment, he turned back and walked up to me.

"I don't even know what you're talking about but here's the deal, if you find out that it's my writing you are looking for you get to tell everyone what you want"

"I am not that kind of person," I said indignantly.

He ignored me and continued talking
"But if it's not, you do whatever I say for a week."

He's just doing this to throw me off, if he wasn't the one who did it, he won't have gone through all this just to make sure I didn't check the book.

Despite these points, the sensible part of me still says I shouldn't do it. There is a possibility he isn't the one who wrote it and I do not want to put myself in a stupid situation all because I want to find out who wrote a silly note.

"Deal"

I did it anyway.

Blame my stupidity. I'm a dumb, dumb girl.

"Take," he said and handed me the book. I was hoping and praying that it was his handwriting as I opened the book.

Lo and behold! The handwriting in the book was nothing like the one on the note. I panicked as I started to flip the pages frantically and the next thing I know the book was being dragged out of my hands.

"Hey."

He raised an eyebrow.

"How was I to know it was your actual handwriting on the first page"

"Now you know"

I sighed.
"So what now"

"The rules"

"Excuse me?"

"You take my books and bag around the school and to my classes, I come to school early so I expect you to do so too, I like my coffee black with no sugar"

Typical.

"One, You do whatever I say.

Two, you do not have the liberty to complain.

Three, you cover all expenses."

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"Four. You do not talk to me at school unless necessary"

Jerk!

"Are we clear?"

No.

"As water"

I knew I could've argued and refused to do it buttt... Could I?

I was so sure I had him that I refused to think of what would happen if I didn't, I can't go back to what I stupidly agreed to. That's like signing a contract for social death. Only God knows what he would do to me.

All day, I was seeing red. I was so angry I couldn't even sleep before dinner so I went to Sofia's house and unloaded everything that happened to her.

"He gave you rules?!"

"Tell me about it."

"Wow."

"That was exactly my thought, I mean how could... Wait what?"

"You get to be his servant for a week, do you know what this means?"

"Of course, a week of emotional torture and physical degradation, and from what you're saying, I am supposed to be happy about this?"

"Yes! Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes?"

I groaned.
"Right now, I don't even want to be in my shoes"

"Don't be such a bore, this is going to be fun"

"I seriously doubt that"

I needed up sleeping at Sofia's place and called my mum to tell her, I saw texts from Zayn and decided I was not in the mood to read anything from him or anyone, I was so done looking for who wrote that note, if he or she doesn't want to come up and admit it, then so be it.