Secret Admirer
Chapter 2
Throughout the night, I spent the whole time thinking about my secret admirer and who it might be. I've even read the poem multiple times till I could remember it. I was sick, obsessed even, and it's not cool. Funny how I can get obsessed in just a few hours, but still, this is something I want and I just want this dude to be honest with me.
I was walking to my locker, I already seen a bunch of couples making out and giving each other candies and roses. It made me sick. I wasn't at my locker yet and I'm already sick of seeing couples happy. I definitely made a mistake by wanting a valentine.
I sighed and turned the corner to where my locker was. When I looked up at my locker, there was a heart against the door of my locker.
"Hmm?" I sped up toward my locker and read what the pink heart said.
"Open to a surprise."
My eyes widened and in an instant, I twisted the combination to my locker. Once I snapped the lock open, I opened my locker gasped to what I saw.
There, in my locker, was a single white rose with a red ribbon tied on it and a bunch of rose petals around it. It leaned back against the back of the locker. My books were neatly on the top shelf of my locker, but still. Wow. It maybe tacky, but at least he tried this.
I took the rose from the inside of my locker and under the rose was a light pink card. I reached for the card and it ended out being an envelope. I set the rose back inside of the locker and flipped the envelope over to open it. Inside the envelope was a letter. It smelled nice, but instead of perfume, it was cologne. My favorite cologne on a guy too. I opened the letter up and it read only 9 words.
"Will you be my Valentine? Love your secret admirer."
I sighed. I would, yes I would be your Valentine, but only if you tell me who you were, then I could tell you.
I closed my eyes and raised the note to my nose as I sniffed it. Ah, this might look weird, but I don't care. It smelled nice. I set the rose down and glanced at the note. There was a distinct smell coming from the note and I brought it to my nose. The smelled like a type of cologne, a very familiar cologne.
My eyes widened and I realized that I could fit it together. What guy would smell like this? What guy would write nice poetry? Ugh, if only I could do a little investigation. This guy has to be someone who doesn't have a valentine already.
I smiled and threw the note and envelope inside my locker. Then, I shut my locker and headed for Corelli's class. It was funny Miley or Oliver wasn't here to meet me, but it was good at the same time. If they knew that my secret admirer dropped by locker, leaving an envelope and ro- wait a minute.
I stopped walking and realized something.
How would he know my combination to my locker when I don't know this?
I started walking to my class, slowly and thought about it. He could be a stalker, those other times he had my things delivered to my class, but this time, he left it at my locker, and no one except Miley or Oliver knew my combination code.
I bit my lip and shook my head. Maybe one of them knows who it is? Perhaps they've been keeping it a secret this whole time and didn't want me to know. Ah, this is so weird, I just want to know who it is.
I huffed and entered Mr. Corelli's class, but as I entered, I noticed Oliver was already there, but talking to Mr. Corelli. Weird. Very very weird.
I sat in my seat and waited for Oliver to get here, just to ask him why he was in class so early, but he was still talking to Mr. Corelli. Mr. Corelli was shaking his head. Ah, Oliver must be getting in trouble. Doesn't that suck?
Oliver shakes his head and turns around, but as he sees me, he drops his head and walks toward his seat next to me. I wonder what's wrong with him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask Oliver and he shook his head.
"It's nothing, just don't worry about it." He replied and I rolled my eyes.
"Come on Ollie, tell me, please?" I asked and he chuckled.
"It's this stupid poem. I need to recite this poem in order to pass, but I'm embarrassed!" He exclaimed as he raised his hands, just to put his hands over his face.
"Well, your poem can't suck, can I read it?" I asked and he shook his head instantly.
"Not now." He said and sighed.
Then, the bell rang and there, Miley ran into the class, throwing her bags on the table behind me, breathing hard, and she sat on her table.
"Yes!" She said and cleared her throat.
"Huh?" I asked and turned around.
"He didn't catch me." She said and I shook my head.
"That was only the first bel." I replied, making her face drop.
"What?' She tilted her head and soon her face scrunched. "Jackson." She hissed under her breath and covered her face.
I laughed. Jackson always brought Miley to school since they had to share a car, and it was funny. Jackson would pretend to make Miley late just so that she would freak out like this. This isn't the second time he done this. He did this a few months back, on Oliver's birthday. What a nice brother huh?
"Figures." I turned my attention to the front.
A few minutes later, the bell rang and Mr. Corelli was writing Poetry on the blackboard. I was excited. I wonder what weirdo would actually read their poem out loud. I mean, sure Oliver might read his poem, but I want to know who will read. I want to see how corny the poems can get.
I smiled and then thought of the one poem that I was reading of last night.
"I think of you each night,
Wishing you were in my arms,
Hoping I could feel your tender lips against mine.
I dream of your soft smooth skin
Caressing your cheeks,
Holding you close to me.
You're everything,
Just what my heart desires,
If only I could tell you who I was
That will make everything come true."
Even if the poem wasn't the greatest poem ever, it made me feel loved, something I haven't felt from anyone, ever. Last night, the more I thought of it, the more it made me feel like, wow, I have someone who really cares for me and I don't even know who he is.
I looked at the board and saw that Mr. Corelli was already starting the class. I sighed and listened intently as he pointed at the board with a pen.
"Okay class, Happy Valentines day!" He exclaimed and drew a heart on the board. "Anyway, so poems, poems, poems. We have one person who wants to go first, and I'll ask if anyone else wants to go after him, yes?" Mr. Corelli said and we all agreed.
"Okay, first up, Oliver Oken! He seemed quite determined to read his poem today."
Oliver sunk into his seat and I smiled. He looked pretty cute when he's embarrassed like this. Gah. I shook my head and shrugged. I can't think like this, but ugh, how can I not? He's like my brother, and throughout the years, he got hot. Way more hot than he was back in middle school.
"Mr. Oken, come up here please." Mr. Corelli said as he sat down at his desk.
I glanced at Oliver and watched him as he slowly got up from his seat. He opened his folder on his table, pulling out a sheet of paper from it, and went up to the front of the classroom. He turned around and looked nervously at his piece of paper.
"Start whenever you're ready." Mr. Corelli said and Oliver cleared his throat.
"It's called, 'What I Need'." He said and then recited his poem.
"You're just what I need,
Someone I want so dearly,
And I'm sick of you not seeing
The feelings I have for you.
It's been so long
And I just wish for us to be together,
So I can hold you close,
Caress you,
Kiss you all I want.
We're closer than you think
And I hope you get what I mean,
I love you,
I need you,
Exactly what I need.
Please be my Valentine."
"Aww!" A whole bunch of the girls said, making Oliver's blush deepen.
"Great! Not exactly the greatest Valentines poem, but still, good." Mr. Corelli said and we all clapped for him.
Wow, I didn't know Oliver could get so cute in poems. I grinned as I watched Oliver walk down the aisle, with his head down, and took his seat. I reached for his arm and he glanced up at me. His blushed darkened even more, and I grinned.
"That was cute, whoever you based that poem on must be lucky." I told him and he nodded.
"Thanks." He sighed and put his head down to shame.
I grinned. I never knew he could write poems like that. I wouldn't be shocked if he was the one who wrote the poem or stuck the rose in my locker- wait. What if he really is the person who wrote the poem to me?
My eyes widened as I looked at him. He can write poems, he knows my combination lock number, so the only thing I need to do is sniff him. Oh gosh, he must be my Secret Admirer right? Ahh this is so awkward.
I bit my lip and looked down at my desk. I have to talk to him. It's now or never, ah, this is so weird yet sweet. Who knows, maybe Oliver is my supposed Valentine.
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It was after school and I didn't have a chance to talk to Oliver yet. I was mad about that, yeah, but it was okay I guess. I mean, he is busier, but still, I wished I could've talked to him after Corelli's, but he left the class in a hurry, which was weird since he'd usually walk me and Miley to class.
I was heading toward my locker and saw Oliver there. I hurriedly walk there, but then Miley got there before me. Darn, I can't talk to him now, Miley's there and if she doesn't know that Oliver could be my secret admirer, she might thing something's up.
I slowed my pace, and then suddenly stopped.
There, I see Oliver and Miley hugging with Miley kissing him on his cheek.
What the heck?
I shook my head and watched them pull apart. Oliver turned in my direction and waved at me. I shook my head and turned around.
I think I should go home now, I was wrong. If Oliver isn't my secret admirer, then who the hell is? Gosh, I hate this so much. I'll never find out who he is.
A/NYAY Chapter done, wait for the next one please :D Hope you enjoyed this chapter and take care. By the way, I'll try to get the next chapter of Forbidden Hearts out soon.