I didn't want the new guy to see the letter. It could be him, and it could also be me. I decided to find out the writer of this love letter. Luckily for me that day, I was the first student to enter the classroom. The others started trooping in, so I hid the letter in my bag. The new guy joined me on the desk, and we had a good chat that morning. While we were talking, we saw our Maths tutor approaching. Complete silence rained on us. Most of my mates, including me, didn't like Maths. I don't know if our teacher is the cause or just the subject. When the teacher started teaching, something happened that got us all shocked.
I never knew I was sitting with "Archimedes". The new guy was not only cute but a shark. He answered most of the questions our teacher asked. Surprisingly, he got all of them correct. He also asked intelligent questions. JK could not match him. JK scored eight out of ten in the test we did, but the new guy scored all. I'm sure you are wondering what I got? For the very first time in my life, I got all the answers correct. How do you expect me to even get one answer wrong, while I was sitting with the shark? I took advantage of him and copied all his answers. I became very happy that day. I felt like lifting the new guy with the last strength I had in me. But I didn't. I didn't even show I was happy. I felt I was doing him a favor. Why? I made him sit beside me. I accepted him as my friend. So if he's helping me to excel in my academics, that was not a big deal.
The new guy did not only excel in Maths but he extended his dominance in the other subjects. Soon, JK was forgotten. No one gave him much attention as we used to. All the attention was on the new guy now. Since I was virtually getting the same score as he got, I also got my share of the attention. I found that as an opportunity to win the heart of that pretty girl. Surprisingly, she was not seen so close to JK as she used to. She was either seen alone or with some female friends. I knew that was the right time to strike. I wouldn't waste time. But who wrote that letter? And who was the love letter directed to?
Exactly a week later, I saw another envelope. I went to the classroom with my two paddies, oh sorry, three. The new guy was a member of our group now. We called ourselves, MEGA BRAINS. I was still the leader. I needed to know the content of the letter, but I didn't want my other friends to know about this secret admirer. I decided to hide the letter in my bag again, and find a quiet place to read it. The first break came, I couldn't get the chance. The second break came, I couldn't find any chance. I needed to read it before closing because I couldn't bear the suspense any longer.
I decided to seek permission from our French tutor so that I can go out and read the letter. She wasn't that difficult. So far as you can ask for permission in French, then your permission would be granted. By that time, I had managed to sneak the letter into my back pocket without my paddies knowing. Well, so I thought. I walked to the teacher and rattled my French. Off, I went. I was so eager to know what this secret admirer had written. I went to the toilet, locked the door, took out the letter from my pocket, and started reading.
There wasn't enough light there to help me read. I had to strain my eyes. And the stench was so unbearable. I nearly threw up. I started reading the letter, and as usual, she went on and on telling me how she was dying to be in my arms. I was enjoying every bit of the letter, despite the foul smell I found myself in. I read and read and read until I got to that part. The part that the anonymous writer mentioned a name.
I started sweating. The bad smell was choking me. I couldn't stand it anymore. This letter I had been brooding over it wasn't even supposed to be mine. It was meant for the new guy. Oh, what a complete waste of my precious time. So how do I tell the new guy? How will he receive this? Will he be angry, or happy? Will he continue to trust me, after I had read a love letter which was directed to him? Avalanche of unanswered questions started weighing me. While I was still inside trying to figure out what to do, I heard someone banging hard at the door.
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