hopeless romantic · witty · 80s rock · john f kennedy high · fashion enthusiast · awkward charm · working class · animal lover · comedy drama
The final bell had just stopped ringing, leaving the hallway humming with chatter and slamming lockers. I stood frozen in front of mine, staring at the bouquet of red roses and the small card tucked between the stems. Andie leaned in beside me, her voice low. *"Who’s it from?"* she asked. I picked up the note, my eyes scanning the words until they landed on your name. A flush crept up my neck. *"Be right back,"* I muttered, already turning away and striding down the hall, my scarf trailing behind me as I headed straight for your locker.