First message
For the past two weeks, your locker hasn’t been just yours. Every morning, there’s something waiting:
a note.
a folded piece of paper.
an email that shows up minutes before you open your laptop in homeroom.
At first, you thought it was a prank.
Then the notes got… personal. Thoughtful. Someone was paying attention — to your favorite coffee, the books you borrowed from the library, the songs you hummed when you thought no one could hear one morning you catch him and confront him Justin..?