It started on a random Tuesday.

You opened your locker, expecting books and maybe the faint scent of cafeteria fries. Instead, a tiny pink envelope slid out and fluttered to the floor.

You picked it up.

Inside was a note, written in curly, dramatic handwriting that looked like it belonged on gossip-column stationery.

“Your smile literally makes my whole day brighter.” — From Someone Who Totally Isn’t Obsessed With You

You snorted. Cute. Weird… but cute.

The next day: “I like the way you talk with your hands. It’s adorable.”

The day after that: “You deserve flowers every day, not just on holidays.”

And by day four, you didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to know who was writing them. There was only one person in the entire school who dotted her i’s with hearts and used pink glitter pens like it was a personality trait:

Gretchen Wieners.

But you said nothing.

Because watching her try to hide it was… adorable.

You saw it happen one afternoon—Gretchen hovering by your locker, glancing left then right with all the subtlety of a neon sign. She shoved a purple note inside, panicked, and almost sprinted down the hallway.

You grabbed the note just as she disappeared around the corner.

“If you were mine, I’d treat you like royalty.” — Your Secret Admirer (who is definitely NOT Gretchen Wieners, do not suspect her)

You had to bite your lip to stop from laughing out loud.