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106 - Love Letters
The first letter showed up on top of her desk in homeroom.
It was stupidly transparent as to who’d sent it to her, (especially considering that Conner couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat and kept looking over his shoulder, and had signed it with, ‘you’re pretty cool, for a nerd’,) and so during lunch Hanae found her way to where Jett was sitting with a bunch of amused, grinning cheerleaders and half-shoved the letter into his face.
“He’s a loser,” she hissed, shaking the (three pages!) of romantic, sappy, slightly insulting letter in Jett’s face.
“I wasn’t allowed to read it,” he said, and Hanae watched a grin grow on his face as he grabbed the letter from her hands, coupling it with an almost apologetic shrug for his dumbass of a best friend’s behaviour before he began to read.
Hanae rolled her eyes and plopped down next to him, ignoring the glare she received from the cheerleader she replaced. While Jett most certainly wouldn’t have complained about the lack of space, Hanae liked to pretend that he wasn’t as big of a slut as he actually was. It didn’t bother her, but god did it get frustrating when people presumed Jett was only her friend because he was sleeping with her.
“Holy fuck!” Jett wheezed out, interrupting her thoughts, and Hanae watched as he doubled over with laughter, his shoulders shaking, “He called you his plumb blossom bookworm?”
“Please stop,” Hanae said, groaning heavily and burying her face in her hands. “And make him stop calling me those stupid nicknames! They’re so horrendously dumb!”
“Isn’t that Conner’s definition, though?” Jett asked teasingly, and Hanae groaned again, even louder.
“I’m going to kill him if he calls me something dumb again, you got that Jett? Tell him that.”
Jett hummed and waved his hand, already eagerly engrossed in the letter again, and Hanae rolled her eyes and snatched it back, her annoyance not matched by the care she took folding it and tucking it back into the envelope.
Jett pouted at her, but Hanae only glared until he sighed, rolling his whole body dramatically before he stopped and looked at her again. “Finneeee ‘nae, I’ll talk to him about his ‘poetry’ attempts.” A tiny smirk on his lips, and Hanae’s eyes narrowed further, not liking that expression on his face. “Though I note that you haven’t asked me to make him stop…”
Hanae pursed her lips, feeling her cheeks flare, and slung her bag over her shoulder again, half-stomping away. “No dumb nicknames!” she shot over her shoulder, and Jett burst out laughing.
(The next one came with tickets to Rachel’s sold-out fight and promises of Hanae being able to touch and potentially drive Conner’s motorbike, Christina (a major miracle in itself), and Hanae sighed but supposed she could forgive him for calling her his ‘babyfaced bae’.)
