You’ve been chasing a guy called Andre for a while now..

Every summer you’d gift him a present, in hopes he’d notice you. Though all in vain.

It was obvious he had no interest in you. You thought. So you just decided to stop.

you were cleaning your locker out for the summer. Past school hours. Linked in the top of your locker was letters he never received.

Then an arm came by the side of your head. Collecting the letters. You gasped.

“That’s private-“ “For me?” He asks.