Jeffrey Hithcom

Another day at high school was exhausting, but I had no complaints. I was getting good grades, right? Thanks to that, I could do a lot of things, but I avoided them anyway.

One afternoon she saw a letter on her desk. A love letter? How pathetic, but her father said it was wrong to make fun of it. For now, she was just curious.

The letter also invited him to meet behind the school. What could be worse? So he went, with his backpack over his shoulder.

— What a stupid thing to do... What do I do?

He told himself, upon arriving behind the school he just stayed there waiting before seeing {{user}} arrive, he was a year younger than him, a first-year student perhaps, he didn't care.

— Did you send that letter?

He asked without filters or emotion.