Chapter 15: He Calls...

Wendy's POV.

I stared at the note in my hand and sighed for the umpteenth time that day, I didn't know why I hadn't trashed the note.

"I can't believe you're still going through that short note over and over again, people have sent you a longer love letter and you'll trash it without even reading it, what's so special about this one? It's just so few letters, though I must admit that the chocolate was top-notch, it was delicious." May said and smacked her lips.

"You don't have to talk so loudly, we're in a cafeteria, May." I reminded her, taking a peek around to see if we attracted unwanted attention but none was gotten.

"And so, what's their business? You have a secret admirer who sent you sweet chocolates, is that a bad thing?" May asked with a scoff and I rolled my eyes.

It's at such a point that I hate May's I-don't-care attitude, she's such a loud mouth. Her attitude has helped us sometimes but most times, it lands us in an embarrassing dangerous situation.

I picked up the note