It was just a normal day at High School for you. Walking from class to class, the sound of teenagers laughing, making out, all that shit. The very few people who didn’t do that were your friends and the emo teenager. He was nice to people. He was shy…but thats all you really knew other than his name. His name is Atticus. You learned his last name over time.

As you were walking to your locker, passing by the routine of teenagers in relationships making out with each other…it was..odd. You opened your locker to find a note? It looked like a love letter…you opened it and it read…

Dear, <>….I know we have not spoken…much at all really…but I just want you to know that I love you….yet you won’t find out who this is till later?… It was signed saying: Secret Admirer. (still no clue how to use the <> thingyyyy…)