At the most I’ll be suspended for a day or two if I actually get in serious trouble. Besides, I could use some mental health days.
But seeeeester, you’ll get behind in school!
Text ✉ Eden → HunterHunter: You're right, you can't. But just be cautious.
Eden: Okay, I will be.
Text ✉ Eden → HunterHunter: If what is said about him is true then you're just going to get your heart broken.
Hunter: If you're just looking to get laid then go ahead and fall for his charm. I'm just trying to help you out here.
Hunter: Calm down and stop yelling. Do you still have a crush on him? It's not more than a crush...is it?
Hunter: I stand by my get your notebook and leave advice.
Eden: You can't necessarily believe everything you hear about though.
Eden: I mean, I suppose I do. I have crushes on a few people.
Eden: Okay. Get it back and leave. I'll try to do that
Lost, but Now Found | Eden and Oakley
Oakley almost went home with the notebook, having found it early during the day and had been engrossed with reading it. Now, while he wasn’t the type to normally indulge in erotic writings, he was pretty surprised to see his name doodled on a page. That sparked his interest, and soon he was reading through the whole thing, perhaps trying to see if he could know more about the writer through her writing than anything else.
And boy, could Eden write. He had debated on whether he should text her and let her know he got it, but she had sent the mass text even before he could come to a decision. He may have enjoyed teasing her a little more than what was necessary, but other than that, he was all for letting her have it back.
He sat down beside her on the grass before answering. “Classroom. I forget which one,” he grinned a little at her tone, quite a leap from her panicked text messages just a while ago. “I’m not really sorry I read it,” he continued, unzipping his backpack and pulling out the topic at hand. “Like I said, it was very good, though, you know, maybe I could be a little more curious about this,” and he flipped it open on the very page that caught his attention in the first place.
Eden bit roughly down on her lip as she tried to act like she was completely captivated by the algebra questions in front of her. She forced herself to look at the notebook when he opened the page of her notebook to the elegantly doodled script of his name. For a split second she was proud of her penmanship, but it instantly turned to embarrassment when she realized that there may be other students around to see it. Gasping, she clapped it closed, cheeks flushed to a bright vibrant pink from embarrassment. “Oakley!” She whispered disapprovingly as she looked around to make sure there was no one close enough to them to see it.
When she observed that they seemed to be a safe distance away from other students she sighed and let go of the notebook. Trying to compose herself she pushed some wispy hairs behind her ear and shrugged her shoulder. “Well what do you want to know?” Eden looked back to the homework in front of her, giving it one last try as something to busy herself with. She hoped that maybe it would hide how intensely she was blushing, but it seemed like it wouldn’t do much.
Text ✉ Eden → HunterHunter: Oakley, seriously???
Hunter: What you do is you don't fall for his charm. Just get your notebook and leave.
Eden: Yeah... What's wrong with Oakley?
Eden: and why shouldn't I fall for charm? Isn't that a good thing? That's usually what girls LOOK for.
Eden: I NEED ANSWERS HUNTER THINGS ARE SERIOUS.
Text ✉ Eden → HunterHunter: Good, I'll hold you to that.
Hunter: hahahaha 😆 okay, just breathe. Who found the notebook?
Hunter: I can't help you unless I know who you're dealing with.
Eden: ...Oakley Notte...
Eden: GODS WHAT DO I DO
Text ✉ Eden → HunterHunter: Now I have to read this story.
Hunter: Half the notebook...what do you mean one of them? How many crushes have you doodled about?
Hunter: If they find it just play it cool. Or play it as if you're over the crush already, even if you aren't.
Eden: You can as soon as I finish it!
Eden: Idk... a few...
Eden: I AM A LONELY GIRL IN A SCHOOL FULL OF CUTE BOYS DON'T YOU JUDGE ME KAY.
Eden: Okay... play it cool I can do that.
Eden: OH MY GOD HUNTER ONE OF THE DOODLE-EES FOUND IT AND TEXTED ME AND I ALREADY RUINED THE "PLAY IT COOL" PLAN AND PANICKED. OMFG HALP.
Text ✉ Eden → HunterHunter: I remember. I also remember liking that story.
Hunter: You more worried about the doodles, aren't you? Let me guess, you've doodled some Mr. and Mrs. stuff huh?
Eden: You did?! I'm writing a continuation of it now!
Eden: Maybe a little... okay... it's like ~half~ the notebook.
Eden: What if one of them find it and sees that I wrote that?!?
Eden: WHAT IF, HUNTER? WHAT WOULD I DO?
Lost, but Now Found | Eden and Oakley
Oakley: Oh hey, there you are.
Eden dropped her phone and looked over she shoulder to see Oakley walking towards her. She flushed and immediately looked back to the homework that was sitting in front of her on the ground. Gods, how did she get into this situation? She had always been sure to keep her notebook with her at all times, and of course the one time she wasn’t thinking as clearly she usually was, she loses it. Of course it only seemed right that he luck brought her it getting into the hands of a person whom didn’t need to see it.
Eden swallowed the nervous lump that was sitting in her throat trying to calm herself down. She tried to put off the image that she was the philosopher of love, but really when it came to her love life she was clueless. She tended to scare people away by being so peppy and adamant on the idea of romance.
When Oakley had finally gotten close enough she let out a shaky breath, hoping that it would banish all the prickly nervous vibes from her. “Where did you find it at?” She tried to make her voice sound like there was nothing wrong, but it may have come across a little too nonchalant.
Text ✉ Eden → HunterHunter: A story? How come you don't want people to read this story?
Hunter: I can understand why you would not want people to see doodles...
Hunter: But you should definitely share the story, when you're ready at least. I'm sure it's great.
Eden: Not sure if you remember freshman year when I submitted a story to the newspaper and posted it or not... It's a lot like that.
Eden: But the story is definitely the least of my worries.