Love Story

Chapter One- Love Note

It all started in 9th grade when I began to crush on this really cute boy. His name is Nick. He has the most amazing eyes! And—

"Amelia Justice! What's the answer?" That's Mrs. Wingston. She's my science teacher. I always daydream about Nick in her class, but she always ruins it. It doesn't matter though because all I can ever hear come out of her mouth is those 'blah blah blah' words!

"Miss. Justice were you day dreaming in class again. Well Excuse me if I'm that boring." stated Mrs. Wingston. You are, Mrs. Wingston. I just needed to tell you that. Instead I just said, "Sorry".

"One more time and you're off to the principal's office" Mrs. Wingston glared at me. The bell rang 5 minutes later and we all stormed into the halls. I saw my friend by my locker, but her locker is next to mine, pretty obvious to run into her there.

"Hey Ami, how was Boringston's class?" chanted Nicole, my best friend.

"Boring" I replied. We both chuckled. I opened to get my next class's books out, but something dropped to my feet from inside my locker. A note! And it's from Nick! That's Nick's handwriting! This is the happiest day of my life! Except… I was too scared to open it.

"What's that?" I heard behind me. I whirled to see who it was. It was Nicole, of course. I didn't know if I should tell her or not. I decided not to.

"It's just some notes I took in class," I tried to cover up Nick's note.

"Oh…"

"Well I got to go to class now! I can't be late again in Mrs. Copperstown's class. I'll see you after school." I darted away from Nicole and into the class. One minute to spare. I wasn't late. This class wasn't as boring as Mrs. Wingston's class. Mrs. Coppertown was actually a pretty fun teacher. This time was different though. The note was all I could think about. Not all of the chatting and the conversations my classmates were having. Just that note. I think I should open the note to see what it actually says instead of just freaking about it. Plus I would like to breathe again. I opened it and I was surprised at what the note said on the inside. My lips formed a smile as I was light-headed with happiness. The note said,

Amelia, I need your help with something. If you could meet me after school at your locker, that would be great. Thanks. I will meet you there. Can't Wait! Please don't forget! - Nick Devon

"Would you like to share something to the class, Miss Justice?" Mrs. Coppertown stood in front of me.

"No, not really," I gave my teacher a 'please-don't-read-it' look.

"Read it! Read it!" I heard the class chant.

Just as Mrs. Coppertown opened her mouth to say the first word of the note, the bell rang. Class was over! Saved by the bell! I grabbed the note from her hands and ran out of the door. I think I knocked over a couple of people, but I didn't want to go back. I hid behind a wall that was by my locker until everyone left. I came out from hiding and stood in front of my locker. I looked up and down the aisle of the hallway on both sides over and over again. No sign of Nick. An hour and a half went by. I was on the ground by my locker in crisscross-applesauce form. My leg started to cramp from sitting on it for so long. I sighed and stood up. I began to think that he would never show. I was wrong. There he was, walking down towards me. Even though he did look really hott when he was walking with the wind blowing his hair, I was still very mad at him for being so late. He also had a mysterious guitar case strapped around one of his shoulders on his back.

"You finally decided to show up. I guess you're not so chicken," I guess I did act a little cold towards him, but he deserved it. He stopped in front of me.

"I am so sorry! I got detention for not paying attention in class," Nick pleaded.

"Is this just an excuse or is this the truth?" Questioning Nick was actually kind of fun. Ok, fine. It was a bit harsh, but to me he sounded suspicious. Now I began to think that Nick was just a lying jerk who uses excuses to get out of everything.

"No. I'm really telling the truth. I wouldn't lie, especially to you." Turns out I was wrong…again. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by the principal.

"It's after school hours. If you want to be here so late, then why don't you do something productive?" He gave us a white slip, which meant a detention. I sighed and dragged myself into room 70. Nick followed me close behind.