Signed, Anonymous.

Naomi comes into class one day for an exam when she notices a piece of paper addressed to her. "I have a crush on you." She receives quite a shock when she sees the words. But who wrote it?

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I plop down at my desk, my bag hitting the ground with a thud as I lug it off my shoulder. The weekend's over, and school's back in. Yippee. I rub the back of my neck half-mindedly, reaching into my desk with my other hand. As I pull out my notebook and scrap paper and sulk wordlessly, something small and folded falls into my lap. I'm about to just flick it off when I catch my name written on the front in purple gel pen, the letters looping. Naomi. I furrow my brow a bit, surprised. I guess I missed this last Friday before leaving for home. I look around, checking for any curious eyes. When I confirm the coast is clear, I fold it open and scan the words on the page.

I have a crush on you. What? It takes me around a second to process this little note. I feel my cheeks flush with blood as I stare at the little purple scrawl. I have to reread the top again just to make sure it is in fact meant for me. Someone has a crush on me? Someone has a crush on me? The purple letters stared at her. I'm not sure if I feel more shocked than flattered. Who in the world would... My roaming thoughts snag on an idea. Wait, a signature! I flip over the unfolded paper, searching for any sign of who it could be. Signed, Anonymous. Of course. I should have suspected they wouldn't have signed it with their name. Although, the handwriting seemed oddly familiar... I quickly fold it back up and shove it into my pocket, and proceed to chew on my thumbnail, leg bouncing.

I had been trying to figure out who it could possibly be when Madison, one of my best friends, sits in the seat beside me, but it is only for a moment. She suddenly gets into my face, her wavy caramel-colored bangs flopping into her eyes. She studies my expression. "You look constipated" She decides as she sits back down, amusement sparkling in her green eyes. "What happened?" I shoot the girl a half-hearted glare before cracking into a smile. Even though she could be a massive pain in the backside at times, it was a welcomed one. I couldn't imagine not having her by me to crack jokes and brighten my day. I had to tell Madison. "Oh, stop it." I reach over and shove the arm Madison had on my table off playfully with my hand. Her skin was soft and warm and gave off the slight scent of vanilla. I quickly reach back into my pocket and fiddle with the note. "Okay, so I just found this inside of my desk. I'm trying to figure out who could have written it, but I'm having a little trouble." Madison tilted her head, arching an eyebrow. "Well, hurry up and show me, Mims." Mims. She's been using that nickname for me for as long as I can remember us being friends. I slowly took it back out and placed it into Madison's hand, which conveniently found its place back on my desk. She unfolded it back out, and read it.

She smiled softly as her jade eyes ran along the cursive words. She then flipped it and saw the signature. "Well, looks like somebody's got a secret admirer, huh?" She smirked deviously, her nose crinkling and a small dimple under her left cheek showing itself. "It appears so." I groan, closing my eyes and placing my palms on my temples as I lean back into my chair. When I open my eyes again, I find Madison smirking with a raised brow as she witnesses my current situation.

"Look Mads, are you gonna help me, or do you just want to watch me suffer?" I complain once more, fiddling with the ends of my hair. Madison just smiles at me for a moment before rolling her eyes playfully. "As much as I'd absolutely love to just witness this little moment, I've decided to help you. This is because I am a wonderful friend." I kick her. "Ow! Okay, one, rude. Two, I am still going to help you, which proves my loyalty." She declares as she shoves a finger into my face, eyes closed as if chastising me. "I'm just going to ignore whatever that was." She sticks her tongue out at me. " Thank you, Mads. I'm glad you're helping me. Really." She drops her little act, and smiles at me, the way that shows her crinkly nose and little dimple. "Oh, of course, Mims, what are friends for?" She nudges me with her elbow. "Alright, so who are our current suspects?"

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Author's Note

This is a short story I wrote for a school writing prompt. I am honestly rather proud of it, and some friends have urged me to write more. It's only a few 700 words, but I hope it's to your liking. Let me know if you'd like to see more from this story!

P.S. Don't be shy to give me suggestions on how to improve my writing/grammar :)

Reviews

[Gabriel]

Amazing! Please do right more!

[CYCL0NE]

thanks :) I do honestly want to develop this story more lol