EMMA's POV :
- - - - One Month Later - - - -
“Hey Em, what are you doing? What is that?”
I didn’t sit at our usual spot today for lunch because I was avoiding my friends. Yet, Tiff and Carrie always seemed to know how to find me. I was sitting in the empty gym bleachers, writing away in my notebook.
“Dear Ian—oh my gosh, you’re writing a love letter?” Carrie peeked at my notebook and gasped.
“Guys! Keep it down!” I hissed quickly and threw my gaze around, making sure no one was listening.
“And no, for your information, that’s not a love letter. That’s a birthday card,” I said when I knew for sure we were the only people there.
“Mr. Hayes’ birthday is coming up?” Tiff asked and I quickly put my hand over her mouth.
“Ssh, we agreed we’re not using real names here,”
