A Day On The Green, chapter 11

‘What the hell. My locker won’t open’, Tre said turning the combination lock over and over to the correct numbers. ‘� 12, 22, 32’, over and over and over. Eventually the door opened. Tre noticed the letters in there. The two of them, and slipped them into his geography text without letting anyone see. He closed the locker door and spun around.
‘Okay let’s go’, he said, walking with Billie down to the geography study room.

-3/4 of the way into Geography-

Seeing that the teacher was blabbering on, Tre decided this was the best opportunity to show the guys the letters he had gotten.
‘Billie Joe, take a look at these’, he said, passing the both of them over. Billie Joe took them and placed them in his text book as she started to read them. In the end, he put his head into his hands.
‘What do you think?’, Tre asked wondering the thoughts of his friend.
‘They are ahh very detailed and deep’, Billie Joe said truthfully. Both seemed to have the same layout; Dear Tre, some writing, I think I love you, some writing, love your secret admire.

‘Which do you think is for-real?’, Tre asked. He pointed out the obvious different style of writing and the way one had dear with hearts around it and one with stars around it.
‘Well which one meant more to you?’, Billie asked, wondering to himself why Steph would write to. They both couldn’t have been hers, the letter she showed him was only thick enough for one, and she wouldn’t have had enough time to go back to his locker without getting noticed by them on the way.
‘I don’t know. Wow this is exciting. I’ve never had two girls like me at once before. It’s hard enough getting one to do it’, Tre said, his eyes all wide and puppy like. Billie Joe laughed.
‘Well pick which one you like and reply to it. See they both have reply addresses’, Billie Joe pointed out. Tre looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
‘Can you help me write one? Like I’ve never written a love letter before’, Tre told him shyly.
‘Yeah for sure. You’re my mate, why wouldn’t I help’, Billie asked him persuasively. Tre took out a pen and paper and started writing out a letter for a girl which could melt her heart.

-End of Geography infront of the girls bathrooms-

‘Are you sure I should give it? Like what if I get caught in there?’, Tre asked. Billie Joe hung his head down.
‘Dude that’s why I’m here. So no girls get in. so you can put your letter where your ‘secret admire’ told you so and then we leave’, Billie Joe explained. Tre nodded understanding.
‘Okay so I put it in and we walk away?’, he asked curiously.
‘Yes, now just walk in while no ones around’, Billie Joe told him pushing him in the door while he waited patiently outside. Tre walked over to the cracked part of the mirror and lifted it up finding the broken piece of plaster just like the letter told him. He lifted that as well and slid the letter inside, before he made his way out of the bathroom.

‘Billie Joe, what the hell are you doing outside the girls bathrooms?’, Steph asked, walking up to him.
‘Nothing, why are you here?’, he asked not realizing what he just said.
‘Well I am a girl, and these are the girls bathrooms’, she explained, watching Tre come out.
‘Hi Steph’, he said shutting the door behind him.
‘Oh Mu God, you are grose, what the hell are you doing going into the girls bathrooms?’, she asked raising an eyebrow at the both of them.

‘Nothing the boy’s rooms are just like really full and I was busting’, Tre lied, saying the first excuse that came to his head. She looked at them awkwardly before she pushed them out of the way to walk into the bathrooms. Billie and Tre exchanged glances.
‘Dude that was close’, Tre let out, rubbing the back of his neck.
‘Yeah I know way to close’, Billie Joe replied, doing the same.
‘Imagine if she caught me in there’, Tre said, in a shocked tone, ‘What the hell would my excuse be?’.
‘I don’t know, but it was way to close for comfort’, Billie Joe said once again, before the two of them walked away out of the school..
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