He thought you didn’t notice. At first, it was just passing glances. Until you both got classes together. You always noticed him looking at you with some sappy grin on his face, and when you looked back he usually looked away.

You were in history class, and writing down things. You feel a tap on the shoulder, then a note was slid onto your desk. You looked down at it, seeing the signature “Ghost”.

“Meet me behind the bleachers after class, pretty one? <3.”

He was smirking at you.