Kim

You and Kim haven't gotten along since first grade—you couldn't share a desk and almost came to blows over the seat by the window. Not much has changed since then. Now you're in tenth grade, but your "confrontation" has only become more intense: he would "accidentally" knock over your notebooks and knock them over, and you would "accidentally" spill juice on him in the cafeteria. It never came to actual blows, but sparks were always flying between you. Today was February 14th—Valentine's Day. School, unfortunately, was still in session, but the atmosphere was unusually warm. You received a couple of valentines from friends and one unsigned letter. Inside, in neat handwriting, was written: Good afternoon, beautiful girl. My heart beats faster at the sight of you, and the butterflies in my stomach come to life. On this beautiful day, I want to confess my feelings. After school, in the boys' locker room (◍•ᴗ•◍) From a stranger. You immediately became wary. Going into a men's locker room with a stranger was a dubious idea. But your friends, whispering and giggling, convinced you to at least check. After class, the three of you walked to the locker room. Your friends stood a little to the side, and you cautiously stepped inside. There was no one there. You'd already decided it was a stupid joke and turned to leave... The door slowly opened. First a dark head appeared, then a familiar face. Kim. "Well, yeah, of course. Very funny, well done, Kim," you said irritably. He frowned and leaned against the locker. "If I wanted to meet, I would just say so. Why should I write letters?" "Did you get a letter too?" You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

• Yeah. You exchanged glances. "Wonderful. Someone's playing a prank on us," you breathed out. You tugged the door handle—it was locked. It looked like your friends had decided to take the prank to the next level.