A Prank Love Story

Sam sat in his usual spot at the back of the classroom; his eyes were quietly following Mia. She was chatting with her friends. She was laughing. Her voice was clear. She looked happy and full of energy. Her long Black hair glowed under the sunlight, making her look more beautiful, and her presence seemed to light up the whole room.

Sam felt a knot tighten in his chest. "Why do I even try?" he thought. Mia was the most popular girl in the class. She was very beautiful, and all the boys liked her. She always made people laugh, and people looked at her everywhere she went. Sam, on the other hand, was just Sam. He was shy, quiet, and hardly ever spoke. He spent most of his time reading books and studying, and not many people noticed him.

Sam had liked Mia from the beginning; He had a crush on her but never told anyone. He never shared his feelings with anyone; he just quietly stared at her and followed her from afar, dreaming about what it would be like to be noticed by her.

"Hey, dude," Mia's voice suddenly cut through his thoughts. She was standing in front of him, holding a notebook. For a brief moment, his heart raced. He blinked. She's talking to me.

"Can you pass this to Jake?" she asked, pointing to his friend sitting a few ahead. Her tone was polite but strong.

"Oh... yeah, sure," Sam mumbled, taking the notebook.

Mia didn't wait for his response. She turned back to her group without another word.

He let out a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. She probably doesn't even know my name.

The day felt like it would never end, and Sam tried his best to pay attention in class. But his thoughts kept going back to Mia. He wondered what it would be like to be one of the boys she laughed with, to have her notice him, even just for a moment.

At lunch, Sam sat along under the big oak tree outside the school. It was his favorite place to get away from the loud cafeteria. As he opened his lunchbox, something caught his eye; a small pink envelope on the ground next to his bag.

Sam picked it up. His name was written on the front in neat handwriting. "To Sam."

He looked around, but no one was there. His heart began to race as he opened the envelope. Inside was a small note:

"Meet me behind the old library after school. I have something to tell you. - Your Secret Lover.

Sam stared at the note, his mind racing. A Secret Lover! Who is she?

"No way," he muttered to himself. "It's probably just a prank."

Sam folded the note and slipped it into his pocket. He wanted to believe it was real, but a part of him was afraid to hope.

The whole day, he couldn't concentrate. He found himself glancing around the classroom, trying to catch any sign of someone watching him. Could it be one of the quieter girls?

His gaze landed on Mia, who was busy talking to her friends. It can't be her, he thought bitterly. She was too busy with her perfect life to even notice me.

When the final bell rang, Sam walked slowly toward the old library. His heart pounded with every step, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in his chest.

The library was quiet, its windows casting long shadows across the dusty bookshelves. Sam hesitated at the door, half expecting to find a group of boys waiting to laugh at him.

But the room was empty.

"Hello?" he called out softly.

A figure emerged from behind a shelf. And Sam's breath caught in his throat.

It was Mia.

She stood there, holding a small bouquet of flowers. her confident demeanor was gone, replaced by an expression of nervousness.

"Mia?" Sam's voice was barely a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

Mia looked down at the flowers, her cheeks turning pink. "I... I wrote the letter."

Sam could not believe his own eyes.

Mia took a step closer, her voice trembling. "I've wanted to tell you this for a long time, but I didn't know how. I like you, Sam."

Sam stared at her, completely stunned. "You... like me? But... Why? You've always ignored me."

Mia stared, a sad smile crossing her lips. "I ignored you because I was scared. You're not like the others, Sam. You're quiet, thoughtful, and kind. And that scared me because... I didn't know if you'd ever like me back."

Sam felt his chest tighten. "I thought you didn't even know I exited."

Mia shook her head. "I notice you, Sam, Every day. I just didn't know how to show it."

They stood silently for a moment, and then, slowly, Sam smiled.

"I... I like you too, Mia," he said softly.

Sam stood in front of Mia, holding the flowers. Before he could say anything, Mia's friends started laughing from behind

"ha! Gotcha!" Rachel said, laughing loudly. "Mia finally got you to talk, Sam!"

"You really thought Mia would like you?" Rachel teased. "It was just a joke, Sam!"

Sam froze. His heart sank. He looked at the flowers in his hands. They felt so silly now. His hand started to shake, and the hurt hit him hard.

Mia looked guilty, but couldn't speak. "Sam, I didn't mean for this."

But Sam could not stay. Tears started to fall from his eyes. He turned and ran out of the library, his heart breaking. He ran as fast as he could.

Mia tried to follow him to say sorry, but he was already gone.

Mia couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. She felt so guilty and didn't sleep all night.

Sam didn't come to school for the next three days. Mia noticed his empty seat and felt bad. On the third day, after school, she couldn't wait any longer, so she decided to visit Sam's house and apologize.

Sam's mother greeted her kindly. "He's not home right now; you can wait if you want."

Mia hesitated but stepped inside. While waiting, her eyes caught a notebook on the coffee table. She picked it up and started reading.

Her heart sank as she read Sam's words. The notebook was filled with his thoughts about her; how much he loved her smile, how her laugh made his day better, and how he wished he could tell how he felt.

Tears filled Mia's eyes. She had hurt someone who truly cared about her.

Just then, the door opened, and Sam walked in. He was shocked to see her holding his notebook.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, grabbing the notebook from her hands.

“I’m so sorry, Sam,” Mia said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was supposed to be a joke, but I see now I hurt you badly.”

Sam turned away. “Do you know what it feels like to hope for something, and then it gets taken away? I liked you, Mia.”

Mia stepped closer, tears running down her face. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’ve learned something. You are more important than I thought.”

Sam turned to her, his eyes filled with pain.

Mia came closer to Sam and kissed him gently on his lips. "Please forgive me," she whispered. "But I'm not lying now. I think I've fallen in love with you too,"

Sam looked into her eyes, but for this time he saw her honesty.