"Let's get started!" Jacie said and ripped a poster off my wall. 

"Excuse–" 

"Hush, this is serious." She held a finger to my mouth. "Dan, Elvis, let's start with a list of people in your class."

Dan and I exchanged a look. He leaned back on his arms and held his hand out, gesturing for me to go first. I shot him a quick glare. 

"Well, uh… Dan." I started. 

Dan huffed. "Well it's not me." He said, a little too quickly. It made both Jacie and I raise a brow. His eyes widened when he realised and he stuttered on his words. "I'm not gay!" 

It made me laugh while Jacie muttered with a smirk, "Two right you're not."

"Okay, moving on!" I turned back to the wall. "There's Ashton, Olivia, Joshua, Harvey, Holly H and Holly C," I continued. Dan was there to fill the gaps until we had all 26 written on a sheet of paper. 

"Okay, is there anyone you think it can't be?" Jacie asked. 

I didn't have to think too hard. "Jared. I'm pretty sure he's illiterate." Dan snorted, trying to hold in his laugh while Jacie glared at both of us. 

"Anyone else?" She asked through gritted teeth, crossing Jared's name off. 

"Everyone smaller than me. They said they like that I'm smaller than them so," I shrugged.

Jacie nodded and began scribbling names off.

We got down to 13 when Jacie got the sticky notes out. We watched her in curious silence as she stuck the first of my notes to the wall, then several name-tagged tabs in various places. My wall looked like a colourful explosion, and it would only get busier and messier.

"What do we know about these people?" She asked. "Let's start with Olivia." She pointed to a blue note.

I blinked and stayed quiet. 

"Nothing?"

"Uh– she's…on the football team?" I said with the utmost certainty. 

"Great! I'll write that down."

"I don't think it's her." Dan piped up, eyes glued to his phone as he lay sprawled out on my bed. 

"Why not?" I asked. 

"She hates drawing." He told us like it was a fact. I guess it was.

It was also a good point. Whoever wrote those notes did a damn good job of drawing the plant. The vines were winding and flowing while the leaves were speckled and shaped like a round heart. They were pretty cute. 

"Great, another name off!" Jacie happily tore the note from the wall, probably loving the destruction more than anything else. 

In the same moment, my bedroom door swung open and Aaron stood with his trademark frown on the other side. Wiz came bounding inside while Aaron stared us down. 

"What do you want?" I asked, pushing Wizard away from slobbering all over my face. She was in Jacies loving arms within seconds. 

"Dog wanted to come in." Aaron said. 

I waited. When he didn't leave I frowned back at him. "Okay? Thanks. You can leave now." But he didn't. "Aaron get out." 

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at my wall. 

"Nothing you need to know, now get out."

"I'm not in your room." He uttered in a mocking voice.

I'd say I was lucky that Jacie was preoccupied with an excited Staffy, but my luck had run out. "Elvis has been getting love letters!" She shouted with an inhumanly wide smile. 

"Jacie!" I shouted back. 

"Okay, now I'm in your room. Tell me everything!" Aaron leapt inside, perching himself beside me on the floor. He looked to Jacie for answers. 

My groan wasn't heard over their electrified chatter. Gossip.

•

Being back in my maths class was weird. I was surrounded by students, some were my friends and some were barely acquaintances. And one of them had left me another note. 

Elvis

The corner was marked. 

Christmas is coming up, I thought I'd get you a gift. You know, to be cute. At least, I hope you think I'm cute. I think I am. I'm pretty hot too, I'll have you know. Like, I'm the reason this room isn't freezing anymore. The take your shirt off, getting hot in here typa hot ;] 

I swear I'm not running out of note ideas, history is just boring as all hell. Wish you were here :'( </3

Mhm, this was the one. The one that finally stopped me from reading them in class. 

I quickly shoved it inside my notebook and warily looked around. From my seat against the side wall, I knew no one was watching me. No one but the teacher, that was. 

"Elvis, is something wrong?" Mr Avineer called out, stopping mid-presentation. 

My wide eyes met his and I hastily shook my head, praying my cheeks weren't red. "Nope! I'm good– great actually! Sorry sir."

"Then pay attention, you don't have long until your exams." He said, and the buzzing feeling of getting another note was washed away by that daunting reminder. Thanks, sir.

I tried not to think about how the mystery person tormenting my life would've seen that interaction. How they're probably all smug about the way their notes are making me feel. And the snarkiness that idea filled me with. 

My thoughts were quickly derailed by the snow falling outside, snowflakes floating down in various sizes. It was pretty, and exciting and I really hoped it stopped before school ended. Because England is a dramatic place, an inch of snow is powerful enough to close schools, suspend bus routes and deck countless people brave enough to venture outside.