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Chapter Thirty
Once I got the news that I'm meeting Anonymous tonight, I dialed Chloe's number and booked it to her house. I am in desperate need of some best friend advice now more than I ever have been before. My brain feels like a bundle of confused mush and I can't take it anymore without some advice.
"So Hayden just walked away?" Chloe asks as she sorts through her closet to find something for me to wear.
I want to look casual, but not too casual. I don't want to look fancy, but I don't want to look like a bum either.
It's a process.
"Yeah, he seemed surprised I got a letter, then he got upset, and then he walked away." I say, fiddling with my fingers. "It was weird, but it confirmed that he isn't the author. If he was he would have looked a lot more aware of the letter."
I hear Chloe sigh and I glance over at her. Her entire body is slumped as she continues to search through her clothes, and she has a defined pout on her lips.
I turn in my chair towards her. "You look disappointed, why?"
She pauses and looks over at me with a sigh. "I was hoping it was Hayden who wrote the letters."
I look away, "A part of me wishes it was him too," I admit quietly. "But as much as I like Hayden...he's not my Anonymous. You know the way I feel with the letters- they're the safe choice for me."
She shakes her head, "I know, it's just...I can tell you like Hayden."
I frown and look in the mirror to distract myself. "I do. A lot. But I would rather go with the guy who doesn't have the chance to break my heart."
Chloe turns around and walks towards me with a furrowed brow.
"Any guy you choose to give your heart to will have the chance to break it. You just have to love him enough to take that risk."
I stay quiet and look away from her. She sighs and next thing I know she's tossing an outfit on top of me and tells me to go try it on.
"Chloe...how do you feel about Cole?" I ask as I change into the outfit she gave me.
She glances at me and smiles softly, "I love him. We haven't said anything, we're still only friends, but I think he knows how I feel."
"So why aren't you together?"
She frowns and sits next to me, "I don't know. We just...haven't had that moment I guess."
"How do you know you love him?"
"You just know."
I roll my eyes, "How?"
"Because when he looks at me, everything makes sense."
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My feet start walking on their own accord. I don't even register the fact I'm walking towards the school's garden- my mind is whirling with hundreds of thoughts and I can't focus on any one of them.
I want to know who it's going to be. I want to not be so dense and be able to put hints together, but I know that in doing that I'll convince myself it isn't Hayden. And...no matter who it is that I see standing there, I know I'll always hope for Hayden.
As I walk into the school garden, I stop walking and look up all around me at the lights strung up along the garden perimeter. They illuminate the precious flowers and dance low in the sky, all leading straight to him.
He's standing with his back to me. The utterly soft dress shirt hugging his back in every right place... I would recognize him anywhere. He turns around as he hears me walk up, and I stifle a gasp.
Noah.
His familiar bright eyed, sparkling smile fills his face, and I try to mirror it. But my heart doesn't reach out for his like I was expecting it to.
And all I can think about is the fact he isn't Hayden.
All of the sudden his face falls, "You're disappointed."
I quickly shake my head and walks closer to him.
"I'm not disappointed, Noah. I'm just surprised," I admit with a small smile.
He sighs in relief and reaches out for my hands. "So you're glad it's me?" He asks softly as he intertwines our fingers.
My answer isn't instant. I want to say I was expecting Hayden- that I wanted Hayden- but then I remember the tender love the letters express for me, and I push those answers away.
"Of course I am," I say softly.
He grins and pulls me closer, his hands letting go of mine in order to settle them on my waist. "Well in that case..." he breathes as he leans forward.
His pauses just before his lips meet mine, waiting for me to make the next move. I remind myself that this is the guy that wrote me such loving words, and I close the distance between us and kiss him, melting into his embrace. He keeps our kiss at a slow, sweet peck.
He pulls away and smiles at me, "Does this mean you're my girl now?"
I have always told myself that as soon as I found the author of my letters I would promise to be his.
I smile back and kiss him again, "Of course."
He sighs happily and lifts his hand to my cheek, "I've wanted to tell you for so long, gorgeous."
I cover his hand with my own and smile at him, "Every letter made me feel unbelievable, Noah. You have no idea."
Quotes from my letters start swirling around my head, and they make me melt into his arms more and I settle mine around his neck, playing with his hair.
Everything about you is gorgeous; the dimples on your cheeks, the crinkle by your eye, the way your nose curves up...beautiful.
Life is about love, and love is meant to be shared.
The perfect man should know exactly how to make you laugh, not every other girl in the world.
He leans closer in again, "I think I do. I wanted them to mean something to you."
I bite my lip and close the small distance for another drawn out, sweet peck of our lips.
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"It was Noah?" Chloe echoes, her mouth dropped.
I bite my lip and nod, pulling my legs to my chest. "Yeah, it was Noah."
"Not Hayden..."
I glance at her and shake my head, "Not Hayden."
Chloe sighs and sits down next to me, "Are you disappointed? Because I am."
I frown and pick at my jeans, "No, Noah is a great guy.
She frowns, "A great guy, yeah, but the guy for you?"
I disregard her comment and cross my legs, juxtaposing her frown with a smile. "We're dating now. He kissed me, I kissed him back- which was actually pretty good- and he kind of asked me out."
"What do you mean kind of?"
"I mean he asked if I was his girl now."
She sighs and crosses her arms. "Damn, that's cute."
I chuckle, "You say that as if it's a bad thing."
Suddenly my front door swings open and Logan comes bustling inside, almost tripping over his untied shoelaces.
"I came over as quick as I could!" He exclaims, his eyes spotting us sitting in the living room. He rushes towards me and stands in front of me, heaving out breaths with sweat dripping from his temples.
"Logan..." I trail off, surveying his glistening face. "Did you run over here?"
He shakes his head and waves his hands, "That's not the point!" He rushes out, "Who was it?!"
I look down and swallow, "Noah."
I notice Logan completely deflate and he flops down on the couch next to me. "Noah?" He questions to himself. "You mean I had the talk with the wrong dude? And I have to do it again?"
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