Author's Note: Well, here it is the second chapter! I got 6 reviews on the first one, but that was definitely w/ the help of my friends. Lol, love ya guys! And well, here's the second chapter, which I hope turns out okay. I really have no idea where I'm going with this story, but if you have any suggestions, I would totally love to hear them!! Sorry that it's kind of a short chapter, but I'm kinda stuck as far as what to write goes. Thanks a ton, and now to the story!

Chapter 2

Stacy carefully stepped out of the bath, attempting not to slip. A secret admirer..., she thought to herself. ...No, it can't be. Who'd be foolish enough to mess with Scott? She toyed with the thought that someone really liked her, and then decided some idiot was trying to play a prank on her. Ugh, how pathetic. They don't really expect me to believe that, do they? However, the thought of the note Scott left on their bed before he went out suddenly jumped out at her. The blonde immediately put on her bathrobe, and ran out to the room.

She stood there in silence, for a moment, just staring at it. It was almost as if the letter was poisonous, for at first, she didn't dare touch it. Water droplets slowly trickled down her long legs as she progressed forward a couple steps. Stacy leaned over the footboard of the king-size bed and brushed the envelope with the tips of her fingers. Her name was so neatly written on the front, but you could definitely tell it was a guy's handwriting.

"Maybe this is for real...," Stacy muttered to herself as she reached for the white object lying on her navy silk covers.

The envelope almost lifted itself off the bed as Stacy's gentle hands slid under it, touching the smooth silky texture of the lovely bed sheets, and picked it up. The feather-light paper enclosed a secret, one meant to be known.

The leggy blonde gazed at the precious item in her tender hands.

"It's a good thing Scott's not here," she said softly to herself. At that thought, she dropped it. The envelope glided back down onto the bed and slid slightly on the silk. Stacy ran around the room in panic checking every cupboard and every drawer. There was a mess of plates and cups all around now, but she didn't care. It was a hotel room, after all, and they might not have any in there, nevertheless, she had to check.

Once she was done, the room was trashed. Completely and utterly trashed. A half hour had hardly passed, but Stacy was out of totally out of breath. The young woman let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank you, God. Not a single knife in sight," she breathed. The thought of the shiny, sharp metal that had struck her many times before made her shudder with fear. She knew very well it'd happen again, if Scott found out whatever it was that note really said.

The note! Stacy hadn't even read it yet, and was already thinking about the consequences. Honestly, how stupid am I? she thought.

Stacy walked back over to the left side of the bed, and slowly sat down, not taking her eyes off the letter. She had so many ideas in her mind of what it might say, but who was to say it wasn't just a joke someone wanted to play on her? She gradually lifted it open, and pulled out a small piece of paper that read:

Stace,

I hope you liked the flowers I left for you. Each petal on every rose is for every moment that I've thought about you. I'm going to the club around the corner tonight if you want to meet up.

Love Always

A smile danced on Stacy's lips, without her even knowing it.

"Guess I'm going to the club tonight!" she screamed joyfully and began to dig through her clothes to find the perfect outfit. After all, she had to look cute.