Chapter 4

The next morning Manny found a very tired Marco leaning against her locker. As she approached she realized he was sleep.

"Marco?" replied Manny gently shaking his shoulder.

"Hmm…oh sorry Manny." mumbled Marco moving over and leaned on his own locker.

"Are you ok, you look like shit?"

"Oh thanks that makes me feel so much better."

"Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. Who ever said guy aren't bitchy, never knew me."

"Why are you so tired or do I not wanna know?"

"I only got like an hour of sleep last night. First I was up thinking about the letters and then I was up thinking about Dylan…"

"Ok, stop, right there. That would fall in the "I don't wanna know" category." laughed Manny.

Marco just stared at her for a minute then laughed with her." Sorry I'm so tired even my sense of humor is dead, but on to more important things. What happened between you and Sean? And why didn't you call me back I left three messages?"

"Ok, slow down Mr. Twenty Questions. I didn't call because I was at Emma's last night. And if you must know, he told me he liked me and…he kissed me."

This news instantly awoke Marco. "That's great, but of course you know I hate you, right." laughed Marco hugging her.

"Why, because I know my crush likes me, and you don't even know who yours is?" teased Manny laughing.

"No because the price of eggs in China just increased, of course because of that. Replied Marco giving her the best "don't make me hurt you" look he could before breaking down and laughing with her.

"Crap" replied Marco looking at his watch. "Class starts in like five minutes."

"I'd better go then my class is at the other end of the hall. Do you want me to wait for you?"

"No you go ahead. I've got to get my books first. I was so tired when I got here I didn't even put my jacket and bag away.

"Okay, later"

Marco then opened his locker and started collecting his books for class. As he pulled the last one out a white envelope fell out and hit the floor. Marco smiled to himself as he picked up the envelope and immediately opened it.

Hello again my love,

This will be my last letter, because I can't handle watching you from afar anymore. I want you to know who I am. Meet me at the Dot tonight at 9. Sit in the back corner. Don't look for me I'll come to you.

As he folded the letter and put it backin the envelope he couldn't help but sigh. Then his nerves set in and his mind raced with questions. Wait meet…tonight. What will wear? What will I say? What if I don't like, better yet what if I do? I've been wanting to meet this guy, but now that I'm going to it seems so sudden. After stressing out a little longer Marco pulled himself together and went to class.

The rest of the day and afternoon went by slowly for Marco, but it was finally time to go to the Dot. He had chosen a pair of jeans that were tight in all the right areas and a sleeveless shirt that showed off his muscular arms and was also tight on his chest and abs. He arrived at the Dot five minutes early hoping he could catch a glimpse of his mystery man as he entered. As he walked to the back table he looked around and noticed that the Dot was packed. He must have planned this; I can't even see the door much less who enters it. thought Marco sitting down. A shadow come over him as he looked at his watch fidgeting.

"I'm not late am I?" replied a deep voice as Marco looked up and stared in shock.