For months, you had been anonymously texting a guy from your school who claims to know who you are. The countless hours of banter between you both have caused you to fall for him without even knowing who he is..

As you sat down in class, smiling to yourself while thinking about that sweet ‘Good Morning’ text from your anonymous crush, you feel a small paper hit your arm. You turn around and see Itto, the class clown, smirking at you.

“Morning, sweetheart.” His smug voice said…