Meredith turned the combination on the front of her locker and the door swung open with unusual ease. For weeks she'd needed all her might to pry the door open, normally causing things the fly out and be scattered around the corridor, but that day it had been unbelievably simple. Then she found the note inside.
'Noticed you having a hard time with this the other day, so I got my dad to light a fire under the janitor's butt. Hope your mornings are a little easier now. See you in English.
Bryon'
Merry smiled and took her math book and binder off the top self, stuffing the note from Bryon in the binder for safe keeping.
"Hiding love letters?" An unexpected voice from behind her, made the Plane Jane jump.
"God Reed, for a Six foot pile of muscle, you're pretty good at sneaking up on people."
"It's a gift. So what are you hiding?" The boy leaned on the locker beside her.
The girl did her best to look confused, but no Oscar would be won for that performance.
"Who said I'm hiding anything?"
"You just stuffed something in your folder." Fulton accused.
"Did not." She fibbed.
"You gonna tell me?"
"Nope."
"Guess I'll have to see for myself." The hockey player grabbed the folder from the girl and proceeded to sprint down the hall.
By the time Meredith caught up with him outside of her first period class, he'd already read the letter.
"Fulton Reed, give that back!"
"He had your locker fixed?" Fulton raised his eyebrows holding the not above her head.
"Yeah, so?" The girl jumped up and pulled the paper from her friend's grasp.
"Does that seem fishy too you?"
"Do you trust anyone?" The girl crossed her arms.
"Some people yes, just not him."
"Because he has money."
"Because he's an asshole."
"Are you sure that jealousy doesn't even play a small part?"
"What is everyone's obsession with me being jealous, I mean come on it's Bryon Riley for god's sake."
"Yeah, I realize this, that's one of the things that intrigues me about him."
Fulton rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, you better get going, or you'll be late for first period."
"Yes sir." Meredith saluted him comically. "See ya at lunch."
Fulton put his food on his tray and continued his walk through the cafeteria. He stopped at the Ducks table for a minute, saying some quick hellos and getting a final time check for the game that night. With a wave a he headed out to meet Merry for their customary lunch on the lawn.
Outside on the grassy knoll sat Meredith, busily drawing on one of her many sketch pads. What was she drawing? Bryon Riley. The boy was sitting beside her, casually leaning over her shoulder to see the picture.
"It's not done yet Bryon!" Meredith chided.
"It's done enough." Bryon retorted lunging at her and pinning her to the ground. "Lemme see."
"You want it, go get it." Merry tossed the paper to the left, it hit the dirt a few feet away, but Bryon didn't move.
"I'd rather stay here." The boy smiled.
Meredith started feeling hot pinned beneath the boys weight. Her heart was racing and she could tell his was too. When he leaned in and kissed her, it was the most romantic thing she'd ever felt. The most revolting thing Fulton ever saw.
"Go with me to the hockey game tonight?" Bryon asked.
"Sure." Merry smiled.
"Great, come on, I'll walk you to class." The boy stood up and pulled Meredith to her feet.
"Okay." As the two went off in the direction of the building Fulton tossed his lunch in a nearby barrel. Alright, so maybe he was jealous.
~* Oh the plot thickens, Fulton admits he's jealous, Meredith falls for Bryon and Bryon starts the first step in his evil plan.*~
'Noticed you having a hard time with this the other day, so I got my dad to light a fire under the janitor's butt. Hope your mornings are a little easier now. See you in English.
Bryon'
Merry smiled and took her math book and binder off the top self, stuffing the note from Bryon in the binder for safe keeping.
"Hiding love letters?" An unexpected voice from behind her, made the Plane Jane jump.
"God Reed, for a Six foot pile of muscle, you're pretty good at sneaking up on people."
"It's a gift. So what are you hiding?" The boy leaned on the locker beside her.
The girl did her best to look confused, but no Oscar would be won for that performance.
"Who said I'm hiding anything?"
"You just stuffed something in your folder." Fulton accused.
"Did not." She fibbed.
"You gonna tell me?"
"Nope."
"Guess I'll have to see for myself." The hockey player grabbed the folder from the girl and proceeded to sprint down the hall.
By the time Meredith caught up with him outside of her first period class, he'd already read the letter.
"Fulton Reed, give that back!"
"He had your locker fixed?" Fulton raised his eyebrows holding the not above her head.
"Yeah, so?" The girl jumped up and pulled the paper from her friend's grasp.
"Does that seem fishy too you?"
"Do you trust anyone?" The girl crossed her arms.
"Some people yes, just not him."
"Because he has money."
"Because he's an asshole."
"Are you sure that jealousy doesn't even play a small part?"
"What is everyone's obsession with me being jealous, I mean come on it's Bryon Riley for god's sake."
"Yeah, I realize this, that's one of the things that intrigues me about him."
Fulton rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, you better get going, or you'll be late for first period."
"Yes sir." Meredith saluted him comically. "See ya at lunch."
Fulton put his food on his tray and continued his walk through the cafeteria. He stopped at the Ducks table for a minute, saying some quick hellos and getting a final time check for the game that night. With a wave a he headed out to meet Merry for their customary lunch on the lawn.
Outside on the grassy knoll sat Meredith, busily drawing on one of her many sketch pads. What was she drawing? Bryon Riley. The boy was sitting beside her, casually leaning over her shoulder to see the picture.
"It's not done yet Bryon!" Meredith chided.
"It's done enough." Bryon retorted lunging at her and pinning her to the ground. "Lemme see."
"You want it, go get it." Merry tossed the paper to the left, it hit the dirt a few feet away, but Bryon didn't move.
"I'd rather stay here." The boy smiled.
Meredith started feeling hot pinned beneath the boys weight. Her heart was racing and she could tell his was too. When he leaned in and kissed her, it was the most romantic thing she'd ever felt. The most revolting thing Fulton ever saw.
"Go with me to the hockey game tonight?" Bryon asked.
"Sure." Merry smiled.
"Great, come on, I'll walk you to class." The boy stood up and pulled Meredith to her feet.
"Okay." As the two went off in the direction of the building Fulton tossed his lunch in a nearby barrel. Alright, so maybe he was jealous.
~* Oh the plot thickens, Fulton admits he's jealous, Meredith falls for Bryon and Bryon starts the first step in his evil plan.*~