Orange County, California
November 13, 2012; 9: 36 PM
Newport High; Cafeteria
HALEY'S POV
"Hey guys, I'm having a small party tomorrow night at my house. Trust me, it'll be fun. Even though it's just the 6 of us, it will be a blast! Lots of confessions and confrontations will surely happen. Just go to our house, 9: 30-ish," I said out of the blue when Peyton, Lucas, Nathan, Haley, Jake, and I were eating at the cafeteria.
"Wow. This is the first time I've ever heard of a small party. That's not very popular here for California, let alone in the O.C," Brooke said.
"I know! But since we have our own "group," I just thought that we should celebrate it. Besides, it's our last year here. Better make the most out of it," I said to Brooke.
"Told ya'll I have a genius girlfriend," Nathan said while earning a kiss from him.
"Whatever! So what are you planning to do?" Lucas asked.
"You know, the usual stuff. But there's one thing you should tell me, I need to know what foods you hate the most."
"Why? What is that for?" Jake asked.
"I have some tricks on my sleeve, Jakey. Plus, it'll be part of the fun. So, mine is gummy worms."
"What?! You hate gummy worms?! I love it," Peyton said.
"Why? Is that the food of the bitches?" I asked sweetly, but sarcastically.
"Whatever," Peyton said with a glare.
"Mine is pickles," Brooke said.
"Cucumber with mayonnaise," Lucas asked.
"Eww! Does that even exist?" I asked. That is so disgusting!
"It does. I saw my mom eating that the other day."
"Whatever! Jake, what's yours?"
"Umm…I think I have to say, Oreos in peanut butter. They're so creamy, it makes me dizzy."
"I agree. So the food I hate the most would have to be spicy noodles," Nathan said.
"What's yours Blondie?" I asked irritated.
"Vegetables in Caesar dressing," Peyton said.
"Ok. Now that that's settled, I have to go to the Tutor Center." I said.
"Hey Hales, you have a minute?" Brooke said as she caught up to me.
"Yeah…why?"
"What are you upto? What are all these things for?"
"You'll see, Brooke. And believe me, you'll benefit from it. Let's just say, payback's a bitch for someone who's a bitch," I said to Brooke with a wink.
"Oh…I know! I'll have your word for that." She said with full dimples showing.
Someone's going to be in trouble! And it certainly isn't me.
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Orange County, California
November 13, 2012; 3: 26 PM
Newport High; Parking Lot
BROOKE'S POV
"Hey Brooke. Can I have a ride with you?" Haley asked as she came up to me.
"Sure Hales. You don't have to ask."
"Ok, thanks! Wait a minute Brooke, what's that on your windshield. Are those flowers?"
"Where?"
"Duh! On your car."
We came closer and we saw the flowers and a card resting on my windshield.
"Where did these come from?" I asked Haley.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Are you sure these are for me?"
"Yah. The card's addressed to you."
"He even got my favorite blue tulips."
"This guy must know you so well."
"Could you recognize the handwriting?"
"No…it's computerized."
"Could you please read what's in it? I'm shocked already as it is."
"Ok, so here it goes.
Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it. -Curtis Judalet
I'm in love with you, Pretty Girl. Hope you would accept these flowers 'cause from what I heard, they are your favorites.
With love,
Your secret admirer
"Who do you think it is?"
"I have no idea."
"He sounds so poetic and romantic at the same time."
"I know! He's obviously head over heels for you."
"Well whoever gave these is a really sweet guy."
"Brookie has a secret admirer," Haley said in a sing- song voice.
"Stop it! Someone might hear you."
"SO what?"
"Whatever! Let's just go home."
As we drove home, Haley kept on babbling about this secret admirer thingy. It's as if she was the one who received the flowers. I, on the other hand, am thinking who gave them. There are very few guys I know in school. It certainly isn't Nathan because he has Haley already.
Could it be Lucas? I doubt it though. Why would he give the flowers? A peace offering? But it couldn't be him, he's not the poetic type of guy. So no, it's not him. But how I wish he is my secret admirer.
Who could it be?
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