*you walk down the noisy crowded halls of Evergreen High, avoiding the nerds, teachers, and girls. You slip of your headphones and approach your locker and reach for the handle, you eyes are drawn to a pice of paper sticking out the vent of your locker, you curiously pick it up and open it, it reads (with very bad handwriting)

“Hey, can you meet me in the old abandoned toilets? -Blake-“