My Someday Guy ~ Prologue

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Prologue
**~**~Noah's Point of View ~**~**

The bell rang for everyone to move on to their next class. But I stayed back in Mr. Rodlyn's Chemistry class to take my time packing up. The only people in the classroom was; my buddy Galen, Imani - the chick Galen is trying to pick up-, me and Mr. Rodlyn. I was taking my time putting my things in my bag while watching my boy pick up this hoochie mama. Let me tell ya, he wasn't going to get far. Imani shook her head and slapped Galen across the face and left. Galen just looked shocked and stood there for a while. I forced myself to stifle a chuckle. That's just rotten luck. I left my things on my desk and walked toward Galen to try to see what happened.

"So, Galen, ma man, what's going on? Did ya strike out?" I asked.

"Ya, but I don't get it. I complimented her on her body, then I asked her to my place, to you know, hang out," Galen chuckled, "you know, in the good way. Ha, but then she just shook her head and slapped me. It still stings man." He said while rubbing his left cheek.

"Ah man, tough luck dude. She just doesn't know what she's leaving behind. You're a pretty chill dude. Don't worry, I bet she's not even that good in bed."

"Hmmm maybe. Well I have to go, I'm going to be late for Mrs. Ortiz's class on geography." Galen rolled his eyes and left with his backpack slung over his right shoulder.

"You should be on your way to class too, Mr. Fletcher." Said Mr. Rodlyn.

"Right." I said as I shoved my belongings into my backpack. But as I shovled miscelanious papers that fell on the ground into my backpack I found a folded up piece of paper on the floor. It had an inscription on the front square written in bold writing:

Property of Cadence Grainier
If found please return it back to Cadence.
Homeroom: 104
Sophomore

The creases on the piece of paper looked like they have been closed and re opened several times. 'I should return it to the owner, or at least put it in the lost and found box.' I thought. But I was so tempted to open it. I decided against it for the time being, and put it in my right back pocket. The bell rang for all classes to be in session. I was late for history. I grabbed my bag and flew out the door.

**~**~Cadence's Point of View ~**~**
I sat in my seat just in time for history class. The teacher kept droaning on about things that happened in the past that will be on our test on Friday and that we should start studying, considering that it's Wednesday. I started to take notes and scribbled on my piece of paper with my hard, bold, chicken scratch. I got so bored I let my mind wander to my backpack to my most prized possession.

My piece of paper with all the knowledge any girl in their right mind would want. I thought of everything in that piece of paper and what I would do if I lost it. I would be devastated. I would probably go into depression, then realize what could happen if it landed in the wrong hands. Then I would probably go on a hunt for my special paper. I decided to check my backpack to see if it was still there. I rummaged through the front pocket of my backpack to check if it was there. Nothing. I started to get panicky. It's always there. 'How could it just...disappear?' I asked myself. I started emptying my backpack. I couldn't find anything. I stared at the whiteboard in horror.

"Not good," I murmured to myself, "Not good."