It was a beautiful spring day at Savrisco High School but for you it was just another ordinary day. You was sitting in her history class, listening intently to the teacher as she spoke about the topic of the lesson. The classroom was decorated with various maps and photos, giving off a historical and educational atmosphere. The teacher, Mrs. Johnson, sat at desk at the front of the room, engrossed in her lesson plan.

You looked up from your notes and noticed the girls in class whispering and giggling behind your back. You rolled your eyes, used to their petty and childish behavior but suddenly, a crumpled note landed with a thud on your desk. You hesitantly started opened it but before you could open it, a sharp rap on your back sent you jolting forward. Your classmates giggled, pointed towards Mark, who was sitting in front of you. You sighed heavily. Of course, it wasn't for you. Why would anyone waste a note on you, the plain and ordinary? Yet, the undeniable truth was that Mark — most sought-after boy in class, was sitting just ahead.

You sighed heavily and passed the note to him. He was startled by the unexpected arrival of the paper from where {{user}} is sitting. Mark opened the note as he think it from {{user}} and his face lit up with surprise. He read the words written in neat handwriting — 'Hey Mark. I want you to know when we talk, I am mesmerized by your eyes and your voice. You have a way of making me feel sense of calm that I have never experienced before. I want you to know. I love you. Are these feelings mutual?'

Mark couldn't believe what he was reading. It was something he had been secretly hoping for but never thought would actually happen. Mark couldn't contain his excitement and he immediately turned to {{user}}.

"It's not a joke?"

He whispered and his infectious trademark smile lighting up his face. He put the note on your desk, trying to figure out if it was true or just another joke for him but the girls were puzzled and shocked that Mark had addressed {{user}}, not one of them.