The clue is home to Milton and Shakespeare, Steinbeck too
Hurry though, Mya, because I’m waiting for you
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Swiping a rogue tear from my eye, I folded the note back and stuffed it in my pocket. “I’ll see you later,” I called out to my aunt before slipping back outside, relieved to find Jason still waiting.
“So?” he asked when I climbed into the car. “What did it say?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“It was a need to know basis,” he grumbled. “Apparently, I didn’t need to know everything.”
Stifling a snicker, I handed him the note. “What the fuck does it mean?”
“It means we’re going back to school.”
Because I knew exactly where the next clue was.
“The library?” Jason gawked at me. “What the hell does the library have to do with anything? Wait a minute…” His eyes lit up. “Did the two of you get freaky in the stacks?”
“Jason!” I groaned. “You can stay out here for that.”
“Oh, hell no. I have chauffeur rights. Let’s go.”
“Fine but stay quiet.” The last thing we needed was to upset Mrs. Hegarty.
The library was almost empty, and I had no problems locating the chairs me and Asher had sat at all those weeks ago. “Crap,” I whispered when I realized a couple of guys were studying there.
“What?” Jason asked.
“That’s where the clue will be.”
He puffed his chest dramatically. “Have you learned nothing from being with Asher? Come on.” Stalking up to the guys, Jason glared down at them.
“Hmm, can we help you?” One said quietly, glancing nervously to his friend.
“Yeah, I need you to mov—”
“Jason,” I interjected, offering the guys an apologetic smile. “Sorry about my friend, he has no manners. I’m looking for something. You didn’t happen to see a white note lying around, did you?”
“This white note?” The other one grinned, plucking the note from his piles of books. “A friend asked us to look after it.”
“He did, huh? Well tell your friend, thanks.” I snatched the note from him and headed for the door.
“You’re no fun,” Jason protested.
“I’m plenty fun. Now back up so I can read it.”
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I wanted to kiss you so badly that day… I almost strangled Mrs. Hegarty when she interrupted us! Do you remember? The words were right there on your tongue. You wanted me to kiss you because you felt it, Mya. You felt the connection between us.
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And when you forgive me and we make up, I’m thinking we should probably revisit the library and make up for that day.
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