Did You Do It?

Suspects

        You had to find out who did this to you. The only problem was that you barely knew anyone.
        You thought it was Joey, the highschool bully. He was a junior (11th grade) and picked on all of the freshman (9th grade).
        You despised him because of that. He also hated your guts. But, since I was a junior too, he couldn't pick on me because he knows that I'm pretty tough. This was something he could do not directly but sneaky.
        But he couldn't have done it. It was too cleaver, way too smart idea for a meat head like him. I bet he couldn't even spell the word "back" correctly by himself. So, that crosses him out of the suspect list.
        Then there are the three most popular girls in school, Kayley, Heather, and Beth. They all picked on every girl in school about their hair, outfit, shoes, or interests. They were cold to the bone. They never showed anyone mercy.         
        They were probably gonna attack me with a bunch of bad things during school so they can make fun of me and embarrass me in front of the whole entire school! Those devilish girls. We're keeping them on the suspect list.
        The bell rang for lunch and I put my notepad away. I was gonna figure out the rest after classes.
        I walked over to the cafeteria and then Garrett, the captain of the football team, came up and said, "I heard you got a message on your locker today." and started chuckling.
        I just glared at him as he walked over to his friends. He mentioned it and started laughing. It was probably him who did the message. Why else would he come over here and laugh while telling me he knew about it?        
        It makes sense. He has a whole football team who can trample me in five seconds. I'll be dead by then!
        I decided to just shake it out of my head and eat lunch.
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        At the end of school, someone came up to me. He was in my technology class. I wondered what he wanted.
        "Oh, hey Trice," he said shaky and nervous. He rubbed the back of his neck, "You think we could be partners for making that song for class?"
        I started to blush. I didn't think a guy would ask me to be his partner. Even if it is for something as small as a song.
        "Y-yeah. We could." I stammered. I was so flattered by him asking.
        His expression beamed and he said, "Thanks, I'm looking forward to working with you. At my house at 4? Here's my address."
        He gave me a piece of paper and walked away.
        I looked at the paper and to my surprise, it didn't just have his address, it had his phone number, too!
        I think I'm gonna like this partnership.