Hellooo! Soooo, this is my first HTR fic, so yeah! Hope you likey! :)

"Hey, Loserberry!" I pause in my tracks. Who could it be? Yes, the Head Perf: 'Molly the Dolly' as she calls herself. Not sure if she refers herself to the cloned sheep or an actual doll.

"Yeah, Loserberry!" Grace. She's sweet... ish... sorta... kinda... Not really... But it's obvious to see that she just does whatever Molly does, and also obvious to tell that one of my best friends, Nelson, has a crush on her.

"Shut up, Grace!" Typical Molly.

"Yeah, shut up Grace!" Grace shouted. "Oh, right,"

"What do you want, Perfy?" I ask them rudely with my bag slung over my left shoulder.

"Just letting you know that is seriously drab," Molly pointed to my clothes: a brown beanie (of course!), an army tank top, a pair of comfy navy jeans and a pair of brown combat boots. "That outfit is so ratty, it belongs in the sewer,"

"Yeah, Loserberry!" Grace taunted.

"Is that all?" I asked not caring. Molly looked behind me and then faced me again.

"That's all, loser," And with that the Perfs left me. I don't know what the heck their problem is – probably the fact that we're gonna thrash them at the Battle of the Bands in a few weeks.

"That was weird," I sighed, turned around and headed over to my locker to see Kacey.

"Oh, hey Kace," I greeted and slung my bag into my locker.

"Hey, Stevie. Sorry about Molly," She apologised.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked her smiling.

"Because, ever since I left them, they've seen the need to target you more," Kacey looked down nervously.

"I don't care about those two. Besides, I have my friends, and I know you have my back," I was about close my locker until I notice something fall from the top shelf.

"What's that?" Kacey asked me.

"I don't know," I picked it up. "Probably a shopping list,"

"A shopping list in your locker?" Kacey asked me with disbelief.

"Maybe it's a haunted shopping list!" Nelson and Kevin ran up to us from behind.

"Ooooohh!" Kevin waved his arms around pretending to be a ghost.

"There's no such thing as a haunted shopping list!" I told them. I picked up the scrumpled up piece of paper, unfolded it to read a small typed up note:


Hey Steves,

Hey, whassap? Just wanna know if you wanna go out with me?

Check the right box, to get Mr. Right ;)

Yes No

From, your admirer.

PS: OH! I forgot, put the note in locker 205! Love ya, babe!


"OOOOOH!" Kacey cooed as Kevin and Nelson began to make kissy faces.

"Shut up!" It's probably just some sort of prank. I mean, why would I say 'Yes' to a guy I don't even know?

"Tick YES!" Kevin shook me by the shoulders. "TICK YES!"

"Woah, Kev! Calm down," I told him. "I'm gonna tick 'No,'"

"NO!" Kevin shouted.

"Yes, no," I confirmed and slipped the note in locker 205 which was two lockers away from me.

"Yes?" Kevin asked hopefully.

"Yes. I said no,"

"Then why did you say 'Yes'?"

"No, I said 'Yes, no,'"

"So it's not yes," Kevin clarified.

"Yes, it's no,"

"But you just said 'yes!'"

"Yeah, but I meant—"

"SHUT UP!" Kacey and Nelson yelled simultaneously.

"Whatever, Kevin why do you care?" I asked him suspiciously.

"No reason," And with that he hurried off to his lesson.

"What was his problem?" I asked as Kacey shrugged.

"So, you gonna find out who it was?" Nelson asked.

"Nah, it was probably just some joke," I told him. "Whose locker is that anyway?"

"No-one's, it's just an empty locker,"

"Weird, huh?" I asked and walked with Kacey off to our lesson.

"This is bad," Nelson muttered and ran off in the same direction as Kevin.

DURING SCIENCE

"I wonder who left you the note, though," Kacey wondered aloud.

"Mysterious, huh?" I agreed.

"Speaking of mysterious, I haven't seen Zander today at all.

"Oh, he wasn't feeling too good," I told her as we began our practical.

"I hope he's okay," Kacey whispered.

"He'll be fine!" I smiled at her.

"What are you losers talking about?" Molly piped up from behind us.

"Were you wondering who left you that note in your locker?" Grace smiled.

"Yeah, I wa—Wait! How'd you know about the note?" I eyed them.

"I mean... umm... I love ponies!" Grace giggled whilst Molly shook her head at her friends' dim-wit.

"Grace!" Molly warned.

"Yes, Molly!" Grace smiled.

"You put the note in there didn't you? As a prank?" I asked them pretty annoyed.

"No, of course not. Why would we do that?" Molly asked innocently.

"Morons," I muttered under my breath and continued with our practical.

"Just ignore them," Kacey sighed. "Anyway, I don't think they did it,"

"You don't?" I asked and sat bolt upright in my seat.

"Someone's eager," Kacey smiled.

"Wha-? No, it's just... that... keep talking,"

"Well, Kevin was acting awful strange with you earlier on about the note," She whispered.

"Kevin did it? No way, we've been friends for years," I shook my head.

"Yeah but you never know," Kacey winked at me.

"Kevin likes you!" I told her smiling.

"Well he can't like me that much if he was practically begging you to say yes!" Kacey nudged me playfully.

"Well, I guess you're right in some twisted way. One mark against Kevin," I noted down in my notebook.

"After class, we'll go talk to Kevin about all of this," Kacey confirmed.

What if Kevin likes me? I mean I like him but just as a friend, so it would be awkward. Besides, I don't want to put him on the spot like that.

I wonder if it is him...

"It's not him, Kacey!" I told her.

"How would you know that?" Kacey asked me taking her goggles off.

"Kevin doesn't call me Steves, but I think I know who does," I closed my eyes tight nervously.