Page 39 of Nodus Tollens
“Read the note.” She pointed with her eyes at the sticky note and went back to whatever she was doing earlier on her computer.
With a deep sigh, I mentally prepared myself for what I was about to read, then dropped my stare.
If you’ve been wondering if have the journal, I do. I haven’t quite found the right words to respond with yet, but don’t worry, Blue. It’s coming. I think I’m still in shock that you wrote back, and that’s why it’s taking so long. I just stare at your words (very rude, btw, but I dig the sass) and find myself in disbelief. Also, you’re probably wondering why I gave you a Vipers jersey…Well, if you look at the back, you might see my name… I figured you’d know who I was when I ran into you, but when you had no clue, I kind of just rolled with it. I liked that you didn’t know…
Anyway, though I’m about 98% sure you won’t show up, we have a home game next Friday, and it would make me really fucking happy if you went. Especially if I saw you wearing my number on your back. Damn… yeah, I think I’d like that a whole lot.
It would make me one happy-as-hell hockey player if I got to see you in the stands.
At least think about it.
Please.
X, Hayes
P.S. I’m running out of ideas for blue items to leave at your door.
P.P.S. 287-455-0098, if you ever need to get ahold of me, or talk or whatever. I’ll always answer.
One, how did he fit that all onto one tiny sticky note, and two, swoon. How was it that every time he spoke, or I read his words, I was also rendered speechless? Even my heart didn’t know what to do with itself as a wave of unfamiliar emotions flooded the organ. To be desired was one thing, but this was something else entirely. He wanted more, way more than I would ever have the courage to give, and it bothered me. It bothered me more than I wanted to admit because, even now, I couldn’t understand why me? Why, out of every girl on campus, did he have to choose the sick one? The one whose life was ultimately put on a short-timer. There was nothing special about me. Nothing worthy pursuing, that’s for sure. If anything, I was someone you avoided, and until now, I did a pretty damn good job at being invisible.
Until him.
Until the man, who decided he wanted everything and more to do with me.
“You have to go.” Kate interrupted in a gentle voice, causing my eyes to connect with hers.
“Kate, it’s not that easy…”
“Of course, it is. You just have to stop thinking all the time and start living.”
Kate was back at it with the powerful statements and this time they packed their punch. I was scared. More like terrified, actually, of how he made me feel already, and I had a feeling he was a man capable of making me feel a whole lot more.
“So, I what? Just show up to his game and sit in the stands, looking like every other fangirl out there? No thanks, I’ll pass.” I shook my head, coming up with any excuse not to go. Kate then gave me the ‘seriously’ look in response.
“You obviously wouldn’t be just another fangirl. It’s pretty apparent that Hayes likes you a lot, and who the hell cares what you look like anyway? You got the guy. They didn’t.”
“Ok, slow down there. First of all, I didn’t get the guy. Second, I do care. I’d be there all alone for some guy I essentially have no future with.” I rambled while watching Kate’s chin tilt slightly at the mention of Hayes and I having no future.
“You got the guy, trust me. And you don’t have to go alone. I will gladly accompany you.” She smiled wide while shaking her hips in a little happy dance.
Groaning, I glanced back down at the note, then to the jersey, and gnawed at my lip.
“I don’t know…”
“Where’s your phone?” Kate questioned, catching me off guard.
“Uhh, in my pocket.” I lift my butt off the bed, reach into my back jean pocket and pull out my phone.
“Can I see it, please?” She holds out her palm, but I just stare at it with curiosity flaring in my gaze.
“What are you going to do?” I narrow my eyes suspiciously, but her face isn’t giving anything away.
Yet.
Rolling her eyes, she leaned closer to me. Her palm was now only about a foot away from me. “You trust me, right?”
“Of course.” I frowned.
