North Shore High smelled like chocolate and chaos that morning. Red and pink paper hearts lined the halls, everyone was buzzing about “Candy Cane Grams” and Valentine’s Day notes.

You didn’t expect much from the day—maybe a casual card from a friend, maybe not even that. So when you opened your locker and found a small pink envelope with your name written in soft, looping handwriting… you froze.

Inside was a folded note, simple and sweet:

You make my heart race in the best way. Maybe we could get coffee sometime? — Cady ❤️

You blinked. Cady Heron?

She’d been in your English class for months—quiet, kind, the kind of person who smiled at everyone but still seemed a little unsure of herself. You’d talked before, joked a few times, but this?

You caught a glimpse of her down the hallway, laughing with Damian and Janis, completely unaware that you were staring at her with the note still in your hand.

When you walked up to her, she smiled. “Hey! Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, happy Valentine’s Day to you too. So… I think this is yours.” You handed her the note.

Her smile faltered the moment she saw it. Her face went pale. “Oh no. No, no, no, no.”

“Wasn’t for me, was it?” you asked with a half-smirk.

She hid her face in her hands, laughing nervously. “It was supposed to go in—ugh—Aaron’s locker. Not yours.”