Hey,  I'm not gonna attempt a pretty drawing like yours, hope that's cool. 

I really wanted to write you back, though now I'm doing it I have no idea what I wanna say. I guess, thanks? I still don't get why you're doing it or why you like me so much, but I appreciate it. That sounds so…agh. 

I guess I want to get to know you. Tell me something about yourself, pretty please :) – Elvis

PS You just snooped through my locker didn't you? For shame.

I was nervous, laying the messy note I wrote down in my locker. It was folded in half, the words 'HEY STALKER!' written on the top in bold. 

I didn't know how else to address my admirer. 

The nerves pooling in my stomach, cold yet bubbling, were there for a myriad of reasons. What if someone else found it and figured out what was going on? What if the note writer saw it and stopped writing to me? What if they stepped forward, confronting me with their mystery face? Too many things could go wrong – or, or right – and that was scary. 

But I had already written the note. I'd be damned if the 3 hours I spent writing the stupid thing were wasted by my cowardice now. So I shut my locker with a bang and a gust of air, ignoring the weird looks sent my way by guys packing their uniforms away. 

I left my key in the lock. That's how they– he'd find it. That was my plan.

Now all I had to do was wait, and I'd be waiting far away from the ice of the changing rooms. PE in winter should've been illegal. 

But I barely made it out when I crashed into someone. 

"Hey, careful. You alright?" Said Harvey, the slightest curves pulled at his lips. 

I straightened myself out, gave him a curt nod. “Yeah, sorry.”

We began walking the same way, unwillingly matching each other’s pace. It hadn't always been awkward between us, but this, this was almost unbearable. It hardly helped when Harvey spoke.

"You're a dog lover, right?" He said quietly.  I didn't reply. "You have that pitbull with a weird name. I remember Sammy freaking out about Ruby going near it."

"Wizard is a Staffy, Wizard isn't a weird name, Samantha is prejudiced."

“I wouldn't say that. She's just overly concerned.”

“Well maybe she should pick up a book and learn a few things before she speaks.” I grumbled.

Maybe that was a little too much to say to her cousin of all people. He stayed quiet for a while, until we made it to the stairs of the gym.

“I think you're being too hard on her. She wouldn't have to worry this much if you and Aaron acted like normal, calm people.”

I stopped climbing to look up at him. He seemed uncomfortable, hesitating to stop and hesitating once more to meet my eyes. “I'm just saying…” he quietly added.

“Why are you talking to me about this? This doesn't have anything to do with you. In fact, I thought you wanted nothing to do with Samantha yourself, what happened there?”

“I met Ruby… and saw how Sammy has changed. I think Aaron sees it too, but your opinion affects his opinion, you know? You're being petty and it isn't good for anyone. Especially not for Ruby.”

That was a low blow, especially from someone as quiet and innocent as Harvey. I guess he's changed a lot in the few years we haven't spoken. “If you've only come here to insult me, I think it's best we just go back to pretending one another doesn't exist. You seem to be good at that.”

I carried on climbing the stairs, hopping up two at a time to make this awkward interaction end faster.

"Then I guess I won't tell you your shirts inside out!" He called out to me. 

I looked down, seeing the stitching and the back of our embroidered logo. My cheeks sparked and I sped up, flying up the steps until I made it to the nearest bathroom. Harvey had the gall to laugh as I ran away! 

I flipped my shirt around with fleeting thoughts of Harvey and his weird, new distasteful personality. Instead, my mess of a note overtook my overworked brain cell again. How long would it be until they found it? I guess I'd never know, but it didn't make me any less anxious.