In art class the next day, Emma sat by Tancred and Lysander, who were taking a small break from sculpting to work on drawing and painting.

"What do you guys think of this?" Emma showed them the sketch she'd just finished of a dove.

"That's wonderful, Em!" Lysander smiled at her.

Emma looked at Tancred, "What do you think?"

"It's pretty," Tancred mumbled.

Lysander laughed. "Tancred Torsson calling something pretty. That's a sight!"

"Shut up!" Tancred boomed, sending half the art room out the door, including Emma's sketchbook.

She hurried out of the room to retrieve it and came back with a paint-drenched sketchbook in her hands. "You two need to move, or I'll never get any work done. I'm going to fail this assignment. I was going to turn in these sketches at the end of class. I'm already late as it is." Emma grumbled.

"Em, I'm sorry," Tancred apologized.

"Go! I'm going to ask for an extension. When I come back, you guys better not be sitting here." Emma's face was blank as she stood and trudged across the room with the sketchbook held between her thumb and her index finger.

The teacher looked at the sketchbook, then at the computer to check Emma's grades, to see if she deserved an extension.

Emma looked behind her and saw Tancred rising from his seat and heading across the room. He looked hurt and depressed. Emma didn't care. Tancred was too temperamental and needed to learn how to control his emotions. Until then, he meant nothing to Emma. She decided to shut Tancred out, because all he did was cause trouble with his temper.


Emma's mood changed later that night when she saw a note from her secret admirer sitting on her pillow. She read it.

I heard about what happened today and I'm very happy you got your extension. I wanted to tell you that your drawings are amazing. I go in there at night just to stare at them for hours on end. I wish deeply that I could tell you who I am, but I'm still scared. I'll let you love these notes, for if I tell you who I am, you'll surely hate me.

xoxo, your secret admirer

Emma smiled to herself as an idea popped into her head. She quickly got ready for bed and slipped under the covers just as matron shoved her hand into the room and turned out the light.

Emma waited for about an hour, and when she was sure that everyone was asleep, she put on her slippers and bathrobe and grabbed her flashlight and slipped out of the room. Her secret admirer went to the art room at night to look at her drawings. She would find him there.

Sadly, when she entered the room, no one was there. She sighed and sat down at a stool and got to work on her drawings to meet the one-week extension.

She tried again the next day, and still nothing.


"Em, you look really tired." Olivia told her.

"Oh, I've been going to the art room at night to work on my drawings to meet the deadline the teacher gave me, since Tancred ruined my sketch book."

"You can't blame him. It was really Lysander's fault. He made fun of Tancred, from what you told me." Olivia defended Tancred, knowing that he didn't mean to do what he did.

"No, Tancred can control himself and we all know it." Emma grumbled and felt something hit her back. She looked around and saw nothing, then looked down and saw a piece of paper with her name on it lying on the ground.

She quickly picked it up and read it while Olivia was preoccupied with one of her drama friends.

You look beautiful today, you know. I couldn't resist giving this to you. The way the wind is blowing your hair and the sun is shining on your skin makes me breathless. I'm hoping that I can tell you who I am soon.

xoxo, your secret admirer

Emma quickly tucked the note away just as Olivia turned around to face her.


Emma was starting to give up hope that her secret admirer would show up in the art room as she stumbled down the hallway towards the art room.

She sighed, then opened the door swiftly and quietly and was surprised with what she saw.

By Emma's sketchbook, was a tall, hooded figure. Emma almost couldn't breath. This was her secret admirer.

She took a step forward and slid on a wet spot on the floor from the water balloons some of the seniors had thrown around the art room earlier that day.

Her secret admirer glanced at her quickly and Emma didn't catch his face. He turned and sprinted towards the sculpting room where there was another door out by the staircase that descended into the sculpting room.

"Hey!" Emma called, but it was too late. They were out the door, leaving Emma by herself in the huge, lonely art room.


The next day, when Emma sat in her seat in math, there was a note waiting for her.

Close encounter yesterday. I'm sorry I ran away, but I'm not ready to tell you who I am. I'm going to play it safe and not go to the art room at night. This will hurt me because then I'll never get to see your wonderful works of art.

xoxo, your secret admirer

She looked at the note lovingly. Whoever this was definitely cared for her and was a true romantic. That's what Emma loved in a guy.


isn't it almost revealed who her secret admirer is.

i'm almost out of ideas, so if you have any, just tell me and i'll give you credit if i put it in my story.

xoxo, alliey1213