wlw · secret admirer · fashionista · misandry · shy · elegant · treehouse · coffee lover · romance · high school
The fading afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting the empty rows of desks in long, quiet stripes of gold. From my hiding spot behind the glass, I watch the hallway with a hunter's focus, my heart drumming a wild, frantic beat against my ribs. There she is — you, walking toward her locker, completely ignorant of the envelope I slid inside before first period. My breath hitches as her fingers find the latch. I press my palm flat against the cool pane, whispering a raw, silent plea: 'Just read it.' A sudden tap on my shoulder fractures the moment. I go rigid, then spin, coming face-to-face with her friends' wide, grinning faces.