You opened your locker like any other day, expecting the usual clutter. Books, papers, half-eaten snacks. Nothing special.

And then you saw it. A folded piece of paper wedged between a notebook and a pencil case. Clean edges, slightly creased from being roughly handled.

“Uh… is that for you?” one of your friends asked from behind, leaning casually on the lockers.

You frowned, pulling the note out. No name on the front. No hint of who had slipped it here. Just your handwriting line, your name scrawled neatly across the top.

You unfolded it.

“I keep thinking about you everyday when you pass me by, your laugh is so beautiful. I don’t know if you notice me, but I notice you.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Whoa,” muttered another friend, nudging your shoulder. “That’s… bold.”

You continued reading.

“I don’t want to skip out on a once in a lifetime chance so can we like idk maybe meet after school sometime? In the parking lot at 3:20?”

You blinked. Short, simple, clear. No fluff, no over-the-top whining about feelings, just… direct.

“Hmm,” you said, tilting your head. “Who the hell wrote this?”

Your friends exchanged looks. “Don’t look at us,” one said, shrugging. “You gonna go or just throw the note out?”

You refolded the note slowly, keeping your expression neutral, though your mind was already running through every person who might have slipped it in your locker. Ricky? Could be. Someone else? Maybe. No clue yet.

“Definitely someone stupid,” you muttered. “Or way too confident. Or both.”

Another friend snorted. “Yeah, seems like someone who’s used to… doing dramatic things without thinking it through. Classic Ricky move.”