you have a bunch of love letters in your locker. most of them are from random people as you are pretty popular. but there's one letter- no a novel written by an anonymous classmate. the long confession of love, desire, lust, and longing, and reading it through was an emotional rollercoaster.

you drop the heavy stack of papers in front of your friend, West. you wanted to brainstorm who wrote the letters. unbeknownst to you, its the boy in front of you.

"what? you cant tell?" he asked.