So far, no one really noticed me. All kinds of odd stares and whispers were added to the collection. I could easily sort the kids into their 'cliques'. There were the jocks and cheerleaders, misfits, nerds, and outcasts. I guess you could call me an outcast because sitting alone with my papers and books had become a trademark until Alfred saw me sitting alone, and we'd become partners in crime. Little by little, I opened up to him. "Dude, I can't believe you've been sitting alone for all this time and I didn't notice you.." He took a sip of his soda. "Yeah, guess the new blokes aren't as welcome here..." I self-consciously fiddled with the sleeve of my sweater. "Well, you're welcome to me." The blue-eyed boy grinned. Really? That's gotta be the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a while.
"T-Thank you, Alfred." I smiled. "Please, call me Aflie." He lightly touched my shoulder. "Okay, Alfie." I'd later learn that the name Alfred would only be used if we were being serious or he was in deep shit. "Being the quiet person you are, you probably have a chance to observe people. See any hotties?" He smirked, getting a little closer. "Ehh.. I'm not really the kind of guy that ogles boobs and butts. But I guess it's typical of highschoolers around here. The question is, do you see any hotties?" Timidly, the corner of my mouth began to rise. "Well, there's this one total babe I've been eyeing." He said, blue eyes fluttering up to the ceiling dreamily. "Oh? And who might that be?" I inquired. "That's for me to know, and you to find out." The lunch bell rang and he mysteriously got up and started towards his next class, leaving me a bit stupefied.
I scoped the hallways out, searching for anyone that would appeal to him. There were a few girls that fell into the 'dumb blonde' category, but mostly everyone was holding hands and abusing PDA. This made me feel a bit left out. Was getting a partner really on the top of their to-do lists? At the high school level, I'd think pupils would be more concerned about their grades, but I guess not. The rest of the day was a boring blur, and Alfred's odd phrase echoed through my mind the whole time. If I didn't have homework, I would've went straight home, but the books in my locker stopped me from doing so. I had to retrieve my English textbook, because per usual Baldy had assigned us to read some ridiculous piece of literature and analyze it. Baldy was the name Alfred and I had secretly made for Mr. Baldwin who was actually going bald. We got a kick of it.
Hastily, I spun the dial on my locker and opened it. A neon pink piece of paper at the bottom caught my eye. The note read:
If you plan on finding out, give me a call.
~You-know-who
The number was scribbled at the bottom of the little paper. I went home, and let's just say literature wasn't the first thing on my mind.