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It Wasn't Much

“Nu-uu-uh,” Lisa closed her eyes and concentrated on the tune in her head, “Down up down.” It had come to her in math. She opened her eyes when a loud voice called out to her.

“Lisa, will you just shut up?”

She tried to fix a glare on her face before turning to the one guy she couldn’t hate, “Oh yes, Clay, because you’re sooo quiet.”

“I know,” he told her with an easy smile that always made her heart flutter, “So I heard what went on this morning. It’s the new school scandal. Everyone’s talking about it.” He had a braggy undercurrent to his voice as he walked away. Lisa shook her head at his gossiping and went to leave before she noticed something fall out of his pocket. She picked it up to give it to him and stopped.

It wasn’t much. Just a jawbreaker. It had a smiley face on the wrapper. It was Lisa’s favorite candy. But Clay couldn’t stand them. And this morning Lisa had found a bag of them in her locker with a note saying they were from her secret admirer.

The bag had been open. With only one missing.

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