Maybe he'd be lucky enough that you'd notice him this time around.

Another slip of paper through the vent of your locker, hurrying away before you were within sight-- watching apprehensively from the turn of the hallway.

Last period. You'd returned to your locker to put away the textbooks you didn't need to study from tonight, fumbling with the lock before opening it promptly.

...And watching as an envelope drifted out and landed at your feet.