Author's Note: Another chapter. I really hope I can finish this tonight. Must type more words! Must not have writer's block!

Disclaimer: Screw it. I don't own anything!

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VELSEA

E-merald

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She was flattered, but at the same time troubled. She has been receiving gifts from her secret admirer aka, 'White Horse.'

Last week she received a bouquet: lilacs, lilies, roses and tulips.

Last Tuesday a box of chocolates were delivered to her.

Just this Thursday, she was given a pair of gold earrings, with an Emerald as its main attraction.

At first she really did think it was Vaughn who was showering her with all of these gifts, but she was proven wrong. First of all, when she told him about her secret admirer, his face darkened and he looked upset, second, if it was Vaughn, why would he give her an emerald instead of an amethyst? He knew that was her favorite jewel, next was emerald.

She was very distressed. She hoped that it really was Vaughn; she hoped that he finally grew a backbone to tell her how he felt, but she had made a mistake.

She finished her chores for the day, wanting to spend time with her best friend. At the moment she passed by her house, she noticed that Vaughn was standing in front of her door, holding something: a rectangular box.

She walked closer to him. "Yo', Vaughn, man!" she patted him on the back. "Why're ya here?"

"Since when did you go ghetto?"

"I never did."

He chuckled and handed her the box. "Here," he said, suddenly looking very displeased. "The mail guy gave it to me this morning."

She frowned, taking the box. "Thanks."

"Aren't you going to see what's inside?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm curious what the guy gave you this time."

She looked at him carefully, hoping that he might just be acting; hoping that he really did give those presents, but no, he wasn't acting at all.

"Fine." She removed the cover and she gasped at what she saw. It was a necklace, which definitely looked like the earrings, but with an emerald heart.

She couldn't help but wear it. What sane woman wouldn't?

"Hey, look," Vaughn said, trying to refrain himself from sounding very jealous, "there's a letter inside."

She grabbed the letter and read it out loud: I give you my heart, will you take it?

She tried not to look at Vaughn, but at the corner of her eye, she can see that his eyes were glazing with jealousy and betrayal.

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Wee! I got that idea from somewhere. Lalala. Oh gosh, it's quarter to nine. I bet my parents will be here in any minute! Gaah!