He is not the one
The reader leaves notes in Alex’s locker and Alex falls in love with the person through the notes, but the reader is devastated when someone else takes credits for the notes and Alex starts dating them.
‘There he is,’ you thought as you ducked around the corner to watch the young man go up to his locker.
He opened his locker and a piece of paper slipped out and fluttered to the ground.
He threw his books into his locker and picked up the paper, reading the note that you had left him.
You turned away, hiding so that he wouldn’t be able to see you.
That smile was a real killer, along with his beautiful eyes. They encaptured you, ensnared you until you could think of nothing else.
You laid awake at night, thinking of his beautiful face and the amazing words that came from his amazing brain.
He was brilliant.
He was Alexander Hamilton, the only man that you had ever had eyes for.
However, you were too shy and nervous to go over and talk to him.
So the only thing that you thought to do was write notes to him.
Mainly little poems that you came up with late at night. Sometimes you just wrote to him, you told him how you felt and then didn’t leave a name or a way to trace you back to the letter.
Then you would slip it into his locker, and hide until he got here shortly after fifth period.
After you saw him read the note, you would take off, running all the way to sixth period that the two of you shared.
AP Government with Mr. Washington.
You sat at your seat and tried to make yourself look presentable, then buried your head in your textbook.
As soon as Alexander and his friends came in, you listened to what they were saying.
They were talking about the note that you had left.
“Who do you think could be leaving them?” Alexander asked. You perked up. That was actually the first time that you heard him question them about who it could be.
They all thought for a moment before throwing out a few names, none of which were yours. You couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved.
“We should ask around, maybe someone would have seen something,” Hercules suggested.
“Sounds good to me, nothing else I’ve tried seems to work. They always seem to get there before I can,” Alex replied.
Before anyone could say anything else Mr. Washington began class. You would have to wait and see what happens.
By the end of the day the entire school was buzzing with excitement about the notes. That was quick.
Whispers were filling the hallways, wondering about the mystery person.
It frightened you a little bit, would you be able to leave letters now, or would everyone be watching you.
Suddenly your ears caught something that made your heart freeze.
“Did you hear? It was Thomas Jefferson leaving the notes to Alex!”
You had to be hearing wrong. Did he take credit for your doings?
You ran to go find Alex, only to see him making heart eyes at Jefferson.
Thomas looked up at you and smirked. He had known all along, and now you were paying for it.
Tears ran down your face, and you took off for home.
You spent that night penning down your thoughts onto a sheet of paper.
You weren’t good at confrontation, and there was no one else to help you figure out what to do.
My dearest Alexander,
Do not believe what people have told you. Jefferson is not the one that has been leaving you these notes.
I am too afraid to tell you who I am. It makes me anxious and all I can do is admire you from afar.
If you want to be with Jefferson there is nothing that I can do to stop you. But you deserve to know the truth.
He is not the one that you fell in love with. He is not the one that stays up until three in the morning, writing these notes.
He is not the one who memorizes every aspect of your face and daydreams about the possibilities that we could have together.
He is not the one that leaves class everyday to deliver the notes to your locker. He is not the one that makes heart eyes at you from across the classroom.
He is not the one that you wanted.
But again, it is your choice. If you are happy with him, go to him. I will stay out of the way.
All I want is for you to be happy.
I will always be yours.
Goodbye Alexander. I love you.
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