"Elfiieee!" Jacie sung as I stepped into English and dejectedly took a seat. Today was not my day. I woke up late, missed my bus, forgot all my homework and my pen ran out of ink in form. It didn't help that we were diving into minus figures and my thin school jumper wasn't enough to keep me warm.

I just wanted to go home and curl up in bed with Wiz. 

"Jacii–" I tried to copy her, but I was cut off by a long yawn. 

"Aw, tired?" Jacie cooed. She giggled at my glare. "Maybe this'll wake you up. And yes, I read it."

She startled me with a loud slap to the table, moving her hand to uncover a note. It was the typical heart shaped leaf drawing, writing scribbled over top. Immediately my heart flipped a few times and any leftover bleariness fled my eyes. 

Elvis  Yes. Yes I did snoop through your locker. It's not as interesting as I hoped it'd be…but now it is! :] 

The note started. Immediately it left me questioning. I had to check my locker later. 

You wanna get to know me, huh? Well I think you probably know me pretty well already. Yeah, I know, this is a crappy reply.

I'll tell you a secret instead. Truth is, you don't wanna know who I am. I don't want you to know who I am, because it'll only end badly. 

– it's now 4am and I feel bad, so I'll give you something. My favourite colour is a blinding hot pink. The gaudier the better :D

It finished there. This note was almost a bigger mess than mine was, and that's really saying something. But instead of letting me in on the world of this mystery guy, it only left me with more questions. Questions that burned holes in my poor, smooth brain. 

I looked at Jacie. She was smiling to herself, chewing on the end of her pen while watching the teacher teach. She nudged me when she noticed my eyes, her smile growing wider. 

"Don't give me that look." I muttered, picking my pencil up and quickly scribbling the date down in the margin of my book. 

"I wanna know who it is so bad!" 

"Yeah, me too."

"They don't want you knowing though. Why? Maybe it's someone you hate, you do have a lot of enemies." She pointed out, nodding along to her words.

"I don't have 'enemies'–" 

She held her finger up. "Or maybe they're closeted and scared to come out. Ooh! Or they're already dating someone and you're their side bitch!" 

"Why are you happy about that?!" My eyebrows were up high, my mouth hung open. I couldn't believe her enthusiasm. What a great friend! 

That set her off, laughing so hard she was holding back tears. She only got worse when the teacher told her off. "Jacie, do you need a moment outside to calm down?" He said, though it didn't sound like a question. 

Jacie nodded, taking deep breaths as she skipped outside. The teacher quickly got back to the lesson, but I was very distracted by the red face laughing at me through the small, square window in the door.

I discreetly flipped her off and got on with my work. Well, I tried. 

They liked hot pink. The gaudier the better. I thought that could give me a clue, but I didn't know anyone who openly adored that colour. Or maybe it just isn't a colour people wear.

I thought about this the entire lesson until I gave up on learning completely. It's not like we were reviewing important poems set to be in our final exams or anything. 

Pink, 

I addressed a new note, ignoring Jacie's intrigued looks as she finally took her seat again.

I'm sorry to tell you but purple is actually the best colour. Dark purple, indigo, midnight berry purple. 

Not that colours matter at all. What do you mean me finding out who you are would be world-endingly disastrous? Isn't that just a tad dramatic?

I took the note with me after class. I reread it many times, even debated throwing it in the bin. Before I could, though, I was standing in front of my PE locker. 

I didn't have PE that day, I didn't even know if my admirer did, obviously. But it was the only place I could think of to pass another letter on. Not to mention they hinted at my locker being different. 

The key slid in as smoothly as always – it was like screwing a bottle cap on while drowsy from anaesthetics. But what could you expect from a broke school raising kids that'd rather fight in the courtyard than learn. 

Unlocking the locker wasn't satisfying, but opening it kinda was. The walls of my locker had bright pink, glittery paper stuck to them. They glistened when they caught the light and I couldn't pull my eyes away. It was like some Sharpay disaster bomb exploded in there, but I couldn't bring myself to hate it. 

There was a pink post-it note stuck to the inside of the door. In a thick, black marker it said, More coming soon :]

It took a while to overcome the shock of what my locker had become, but I eventually left my note inside with the key on display. It took a while longer for reality to set in:

I couldn't open my locker in front of another soul ever again.