Sweaty Palms and Love Notes

A short story about a love note written by an anonymous person.

I turn the door handle to get into room 408, my palms are sweaty

i'm nervous because I have the science midterm today.

I place my bag down beside my desk, wipe the perspiration of my forehead,and reach into my desk for my science notebook to study a bit before the teacher gets to class. As I put my hand in the desk I feel around for my book and instead I accidentally pull out a sticky note

"What the...?" I say shocked and my eyes scanned the paper and read the words " I have a crush on you".

This surprises me a lot, considering that I don't think many people in the school would probably have a crush on me, I take a look at the handwriting and inspect it closely, I think I've seen this before.

Their handwriting is peculiar, it's in all capital letters, slightly slanted to the left, the note has a realistic heart and swirls surrounding it.

It's weird that someone would have a "crush" on me in high-school, when I think of crushes I usually think about elementary school, or even middle school, even though that's when relationships start.

I don't let the note take up too much of my time , I take my time and study, the teacher comes into the room, ending our 20 minute break, we start our test, I'm fully confident i'll ace it.

After the test its lunch, I walk toward the door when a hand written assignment catches my eye, its very neat and not in all caps but I can tell its the same writing style as the person who wrote me that anonymous note. The assignment is written by Tatum Villamarin, she's in in my class, just in different times because her schedule is different from mine , but I've heard great things about her, we share similar interests, and her nickname is runt, I'm not  sure why people started calling her that but I'm guessing it because shes the youngest in her family.

This whole situation just confuses me, its not that big of a deal, but if someone really does like me  I hope it's not for the external but for the internal, because once you get to know me I'm not as 2 dimensional as I appear to be.  I walk out to the hall, I hate these halls because they make me feel as though I'm trapped , the halls are filled with school event and class president posters ,which are still going on even in December,they also display trophies to show all the schools victories. Out on the hall I meet some of my friends, My friend group is small but convincing enough, My best friend is Todd, he helps us with about everything, Then come Sally he might have a girls name and a wonky haircut but we still love him and last but not least its Larry, our favorite long haired friend who has a weird obsession with the woods, and Norway. The gang and I make our way to the cafeteria, I'm just disgusted by the cold and stale school food, they cant even make bacon right The school atmosphere is cold and sand disappointing, everyone on their phones, not conversing or doing other interesting things, the least they can do is talk with one another or play a game of cards. I take out my book from my book bag, I'm reading ' The Count of Monte Cristo', I rather read than have to look at the sad meal consisting of  this beige  goo that looks like its supposed to be mashed potatoes  and a big  chunk of meatloaf. While I'm at lunch I spot a girl, shes my second suspect, her name is Alissa Sykes. I remember her from that psych class I took last semester. I feel like she has at least some interest in me, shes outgoing and adventures, but really interested in learning, I've caught her staring at me multiple times, and instead of looking away immediately, she had to DRAG her eyes off me. 

 I look back at my book and  feel as if someone were behind me, I hear a voice call me "Damon, did you receive my note? " as they said that, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

THE END!!!

(I can't say who it was, you can guess by yourself )

Author's Note

If I have any problems with my grammar please tell me, lets keep future readers entertained!