《The Queen and the Singer》Operation Love Notes
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Ámbar POV
Today was going to be a great day. It's my date with Simon, after all. I had to stop calling it a friend date because friends don't think about each other in a romantic way. At least, that's how I feel about him.
When I got to school and saw Simon, I noticed he was acting a little differently. He was absolutely nervous, he twisted the ring on his thumb and ruffled his hair once in a while when we talked. And then Luna arrived to make things worse.
Surely she doesn't know how Simon feels about her, and here she is, breaking his heart into even tinier pieces. I kind of feel bad for him. I kind of want to hug him and stand by his side. But then I'll remember I'll never be her, the girl he loves. I'll never be Luna.
And by all means, start thinking, "No Ámbar, you are better, you don't break people's hearts, you are mean on the outside, but maybe that's just because you feel sad and lonely on the inside." If this is what you just thought, well then you don't know Ámbar Smith as well as you think.
Cause believe it or not, I'm not sad. I'm not lonely. I'm worse than that.
I'm broken. And no one can do anything to repair me. But enough talk, let's get back to the story.
"Simon, how are you? We didn't get a chance to talk, as always. I was hoping we could go out and eat and catch up a little. You up for it?" she asked.
This was the moment of truth. Simon could go on the date with me or ditch me to go and have lunch with Luna. I suppose he'll choose Luna.
"I'd love to Luna, but I actually have plans with Ámbar. How about tomorrow?"
I don't know who was more surprised, me or Luna. Simón had chosen me over her. Me, Ámbar Smith, over Luna, the girl he loved.
"Oh, alright. Have fun today guys. Bye!" Luna said.
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"Why did you choose me over her? Why someone who you just met over the girl you love?"
"Ámbar, just because I love her doesn't mean I'm going to cancel my plans with you. I'm a man of word," he shrugged. That was all he said.
Time passed by and all I could think of was about my date with Simon. I hope he likes me as much as I do.
Who knows what Simon actually thinks about me. Maybe he thinks I'm a loveless monster. A deviant person.
Maybe Simon thinks I'm a nightmare.
Simón POV
Ámbar is absolutely sensational. This morning she and Luna seemed so shocked that I chose my date with Ámbar over lunch with Luna, you really should have seen their faces.
But besides from that, I had another thing to do.
I had to sneak the love note into Ámbar's locker.
Of course, what me and Matteo needed to do had been thoughtfully planned and we were really sure of what we were about to do. Matteo, being Ámbar's ex boyfriend, knew her locker combination and could sneak the note in there pretty fast. But I had a much more difficult task. I had to distract Ámbar while Matteo opened the locker and left the note there. I'd have to improvise, but what could go wrong?
The bell was about a minute away from ringing and me and Matteo were discussing last minute details. Ámbar was also in this class but was sitting somewhere else with Jazmin.
"Okay, guitarrista, you ready?" Matteo asked.
I smirked at him and said, "I was born ready. He also smirked and said, "Good. I'll try to hurry and when you see me cross the hall you can let her go."
In that same moment the bell rang and I ran to the front of the room to catch up with Ámbar.
"Ámbar, wait!" I yelled.
She turned around and waited for me to catch up with her. She smiled as I got closer. "What's up, Simon? Are you on full lover boy mode and came to confess your undying love for me?" she joked, although she wasn't that far off from the truth.
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"Actually, I was gonna ask you if you'd let me walk you to your next class or your locker or anywhere else you're going," I said. She looked genuinely impressed by my offer.
"Alright, guitar guy, follow my lead," she said.
We walked down the hallways and talked for like what seemed forever. With each step we were getting closer and we were about to run into Matteo but thankfully I reacted fast and turned Ámbar around so that she couldn't see the brunette boy.
"Ámbar, wait!" I repeated for the second time today. "Yes, Simon, is there anything wrong?" the blonde girl asked.
"Well, we have a change of plans for today. We have to go eat at a restaurant after my Roller shift because we won't be able to make it there before my shift. You can skate and sing while I attend customers and then we'll go out to eat."
I had absolutely no idea of what I was doing, but anything to keep Ámbar away from her locker before Matteo finished. Like they say, the show must go on.
"Oh?" she asked. She looked perplexed by my statement but proceeded to say: "Alright, we'll go to Jam & Roller together and then we'll leave for the restaurant. By the way, where are we eating?"
Again, I had absolutely no idea where we were going to eat, but I had to come up with something. I'll just tell Ámbar it's a surprise.
And that's what I told her and, thank god, I saw Matteo walking down the hall, giving me a wink and a thumbs up. I completely understand why Luna likes him. Honestly, the boy's a good guy.
"Well, see you later Simon," the girl in front of me said.
"See you, Ámbar," I responded. I just hope Ámbar doesn't freak out with the love letter.
Or else operation Love Notes has failed.
Ámbar POV
After walking with Simon, I went to my locker. Everything was normal until a little note fell to the ground. Surprised, I picked it up. And as if this day couldn't get weirder, it was a love letter.
Nice. Now I have a secret admirer. I already have to deal with Matteo and Luna, then Simon, and now this. As you can see, my life's not perfect.
I read it and saw it was signed by someone named Singer. Gosh, now it's even more to difficult to know who wrote it because there are a LOT of people who sing at Blake. Guess that's why they signed the letter like that.
But the other clue I have is the lyrics. I've never heard it, so the person who wrote this letter must have invented it. I'll definitely have to keep an eye out for it.
As the day passed by I quickly forgot the letter and replaced that thought with the one of going out with Simon. School ended and we went to the Roller so that Simon could complete his shift. While he attended customers, I practiced some steps on the skating rink. I may be different with Simon, but with other people I can't let my walls down if I want to maintain my title as Reina de la Pista.
And finally came the time to go out with Simon. I was so excited but I tried to hide it from Simon. He closed the place along with Nico and Pedro and then we were on our way.
It's time to see how my date with Simon went.
Cause I really want to give him a good impression, because with him, I don't want to be mean girl, Queen of the Skating Rink Ámbar. I wanted to be broken, sad, and genuine Ámbar.
But if he can't accept me like I am he'll suffer the wrath of Ámbar Smith. And I refuse to be hurt again like I did with Matteo.
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