Oh, you’ll love this one—it’s a proper school romance with a twist!
So, Oliver was rummaging through his backpack like usual when he spotted a folded note tucked between his notebooks. He carefully opened it, and his heart skipped a beat:
*”Hey! I really fancy you. If you wanna meet up, I’ll be waiting behind the school at four.”*
He was proper baffled—had no clue who’d left it. But curiosity got the better of him, and right at four, he was there. And then… he spotted Emily. The shy, quiet new girl.
*”Was it you who wrote this?”* he asked, cautious.
*”What?”* Emily blinked, looking genuinely confused. *”Me? No way!”*
*”Then why are you here? You’re… waiting for me?”*
*”Well… Charlotte told me you fancied me…”* she mumbled, turning beet red.
Oliver frowned. This was getting weirder by the second.
**The Move That Changed Everything**
Emily had just moved to a new neighbourhood after her parents bought a bigger house. Sure, the place was nicer, but her old school was miles away. Her parents insisted—if there’s a school right nearby, she’d go there.
Emily fought it tooth and nail. Starting Year 10 in a new place, where everyone already had their cliques? Terrifying. But no one listened.
*”You’ll make friends!”* her mum said. *”You’re such a chatterbox!”*
Except she wasn’t. Emily had always struggled with people. And at this new school, she couldn’t just slot in.
At first, people were curious about the new girl, but she was too reserved, too nervous to hold eye contact. Soon, they left her alone.
Emily didn’t mind—she was just different. Quiet, watchful. But secretly, she couldn’t stop staring at Oliver—the class clown, the one everyone adored.
She fancied him. Badly. But the thought of talking to him? No chance.
**The Green-Eyed Monster**
Charlotte noticed. Confident, popular Charlotte, who’d fancied Oliver for ages—but they were just mates.
Seeing Emily’s shy glances at Oliver, Charlotte felt a pang of irritation. Time to put the new girl in her place.
*”Let’s prank her,”* she said to her mates. *”We’ll slip Oliver a note from a ‘secret admirer,’ then tell Emily he fancies her. Watch her humiliate herself!”*
Her friends hesitated but eventually agreed. Charlotte sauntered over to Emily, all fake sweetness:
*”Heard Oliver’s got a thing for you. Want me to check if it’s true?”*
Emily’s eyes lit up. That sealed it for Charlotte.
*”He’s gonna ask you to meet him. Behind the school, at four. Keep it quiet, yeah?”*
*”Okay,”* Emily whispered, equal parts thrilled and terrified.
**The Twist No One Saw Coming**
Next day, Charlotte slipped the note into Oliver’s bag. He read it—stunned, intrigued.
He showed up. And there was Emily. And she saw him.
*”Did you write this?”*
*”No… I was told you…”*
Oliver pieced it together. Sighed. He knew Charlotte’s games.
But Emily—she’d come. So maybe…?
*”If you’re here, does that mean you *do* fancy me?”* He grinned.
Emily flushed scarlet. She nearly bolted, but Oliver stopped her.
*”Since we’re both here… Fancy a walk?”*
Charlotte, watching from round the corner with her phone recording, was gobsmacked. This wasn’t the plan. Not at all.
But the worst part? The next day, Oliver and Emily walked into class… together. Laughing. Smiling. Sat side by side.
**The Aftermath**
*”Did you do this to spite me?”* Charlotte cornered Oliver at break.
*”Nah, you’re the one who set us up. Cheers, honestly. We get on great.”*
Charlotte refused to believe it. She waited for it to fizzle out. For the joke to land.
But months passed. They stayed together. School ended. They were still a couple. Then—a wedding.
And only then did Charlotte finally get it: her little prank had backfired spectacularly.
**The Lesson?**
Before you mess with someone or try to get revenge—think. Sometimes fate finds a way to sort things out properly.
