I read your story in English, the one you entered for the horror contest. I hated it. Honestly despised every word – your mind is terrifying and please never go into horror film production because I will never sleep again. 

I still read it 3 times but we're ignoring that part.

I curled up safely in my bed with the extra protection of Wiz at my side, and I uncovered the note again. But the second leaf left me amazingly confused, as much amused. They say they hated it, so why was it on this list? 

And why'd they have to bring that up? It made my cheeks fizzle pink every time I thought of it! Yeah, it didn't win, it wasn't even supposed to be showcased because I stepped far out of the guidelines. 

The third heart was the last one, the plant cut off there. 

I can't not write about your appearance. Not to be shallow but, it does play a part in my feelings for you. 

I love how your freckles almost glisten golden when you smile. You have the warmest brown eyes I've ever seen – and the only brown eyes I've ever been jealous of. You're shorter than me, I guess I like that. But I do have one burning question that I'll never get the answer to. 

Are you blonde or ginger? I swear it changes daily.

That made me laugh, soft and quiet. Wiz raised her giant, round head, her questioning gaze quickly changing when my hand met her short fur. 

The rest of the page was blank, only the white paper took up space before one last line of writing barely made it on. My hopes rose and nerves prickled my skin. The answer to my biggest question would be here, should be here. 

But am I ready to know? What if I don't like the person confessing their feelings to me? They damn know I got the note, it was rolled up and stuffed into the tiny opening my broken zipper left in my backpack. They did it in maths – I think – it was the only time I left my bag unattended when I ventured to the toilets for a 20 minute piss that did not involve vandalism nor illegal sour sweets whatsoever. 

Although I knew everyone in my maths class, I definitely didn't like all of them. Like Hazel and Holly or Sheridan – he was just an asshole whose face got in the way of my fist. Long story.

Then there was Olivia, we'd barely spoken but she was okay, I guess. If I were straight I'd have probably appreciated her short skirts and awe-striking confidence. Actually, scratch that, I did anyway.

Harvey was another classmate in maths, we used to know each other but I highly doubt he'd write them. The key words are used to.

Joshua? Flat out no…sorry Josh.

Dan? I do love him. As my best friend and definitely nothing else, he'd be terrible to date. Nor would he ever write a confession like that. Or at all. Besides, he already had a girlfriend. 

I'm stalling, I realised. I let out a harsh groan and hid my face away on Wizard's warm back. "Wiz, help. I'm not ready yet! I can't read it!" 

She paid me no mind. 

"Great help you are. Fine." I grumbled, picking myself up before slouching back down in my bed. I pulled my blanket up to my chin, ready to hide behind a wall of comfort as if I were a child hiding from dark monsters under the bed. "Fine." I mumbled again with a deep breath.

I ran out of space quicker than I thought I would. 

The last line started. My heartbeat picked up, my lungs held the air. 

Good thing it's only autumn :]