He was watching from a distance with his delinquent friend group, his vision always trailing back to you, gauging your reaction to his love letter.

You glanced around once you found the love letter in your locker, no trails of who your secret admirer might be.

As you began to read it, you heard some footsteps slowly approaching, it was obvious he didn’t want anyone to know he’s completely enamored with you.

He whispered nonchalantly as he walked past you.

“Gym lockers. Now..”