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No flames! This is supposed to be OOC!
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Scott met Jean outside the girl's bathroom after the bell ending 1st block rang. "Jean? What's wrong with you today? Did you get much sleep last night?"
"Not…really?" she said it as a question.
"Someone wanted me to give you this note," Scott said out of the blue.
"What's it say?" Jean took the note.
"I think it's about someone wanting to kill you." He shrugged. "Don't think too much into it. I get about ten of these a day. No big deal. I haven't died yet, right?"
Jean gave him an off look and stared at the note. She read it out loud. "I hope you know that no one likes you. You're going to die…but when? HA! It's a surprise!" She balled it up and threw it in Scott's face. "That's stupid. Was this one of yours?"
Scott looked hurt. "No…why?"
"Because it looks like something someone would write to you. As you know, I'm hot and popular. There's no way that no one can 'not like' me when I have all these notes on my locker everyday and after every class." She smirked. "I'll even show you. Here, come to my locker."
'She seemed to have brightened up from this morning', Scott noticed. He smiled. He felt happier to for some reason. If Jean was in a good mood and she wasn't talking bad about him, it made him feel better. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and grinned cheerfully.
Jean glanced back at him, sensing his change of mood. "What's with that constipated face?"
"I have a constipated face?" Scott didn't note that it was a joke. "Oh. Maybe it was the almond cluster cereal I ate this morning."
Jean grimaced. "T-M-I," she said in disgust. She smiled as she saw a fresh wall of sticky-notes plastered to her locker from a distance. She elbowed Scott. "See? What did I tell ya? I'm loved!"
She stopped in front of her locker and gasped. Instead of phone numbers, there was 'graffiti' on the notes such as: " Die bitch!" and "Sluts will go to X-dork hell!" She ripped all the notes off the locker. There was only one phone number. She began to check her planner for the number to see who it was.
Scott took the note that covered part of it and saw the rest of it. "Yo Jean, check this out."
Under the number, there were big black letters. "Anyone who sleeps with Gray is a pussy," Jean read in a small voice. She took the armful of threat notes and dumped them in the garbage can.
"Why would someone want to kill me?" Jean asked Scott in a chocked voice. "I'm too sweet! T-too innocent!"
Scott rolled his eyes. He didn't have the balls to say anything to her so he kept his mouth closed.
"Gray, what's wrong with you?" Toad asked, hopping up.
"Someone wants to kill me!"
Toad looked at Scott to see his reaction. He looked back at Jean. "Oh." He shrugged. "I have to go."
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Sorry so short! Please review! Can you guess who sent the notes?