While Ms. Simmons was writing somet

While Ms. Simmons was writing something on the chalkboard, Rachel felt something light hit her on the back of the head. A few giggles sounded off behind her. When she turned to look at what hit her, she looked down and saw a crumpled up ball of paper lying there on the ground next to her back-left chair leg.

Meet me behind the dumpster out back at 3:30pm, I need to talk to you.

She cocked her eyebrow slightly in confusion. She didn’t really know anyone in this class that well. Who could have thrown it?

She looked around the room, trying to glean from her classmates faces who the perpetrator might have been, and eventually judged by the glances people gave and the crooked, shit eating grin he had that her secret admirer was Nick Graves. She saw his hand rise up from behind the table and gave a little wave.

Rachel knew he had a reputation for being a bit of a creep, and tended to fixate on particular girls as targets of his affections for months at a time. Apparently Rachel was the current one. His hair hung down like a greasy mop from the top of his head. His plain black t-shirt and baggy, chain laden pants just screamed “I need attention, please notice me” which worked, though maybe not in the way he intended.

Unsure what to do, she did the first thing that came to her mind and crumpled the note, got up, walked over to the trashcan and threw it away.

By the laughs of her classmates and the broken, defeated look on Nick’s face she realized she may have been a little too harsh. At this point Rachel’s high feeling was beginning to dissipate, not a lot, but noticeably so. She tried to enjoy Ms. Simmons’ lecture more, but her brain just wasn’t allowing her to focus.

Once the bell rang for the end of Biology, it was time for lunch, and since her mother forgot to pack her a lunch that day Rachel had to use some of her spare change to get herself something from the lunch line.