I opened my locker to find yet another piece of paper with the same phone number on it. I've been getting these for at least three days. It's starting to get annoying.
"Hey Harm." It's Luke. He's been my best friend since second grade when we had to share a locker with each other.
"Hi." I mumbled.
"What's wrong?"
"There's someone that keeps putting their number in my locker. Like I'm getting it three times a day."
He shrugged, "So why don't you just text the number?"
"Because what if it's some annoying kid."
"So? At least they'll stop. Then you can block them right away."
I nodded and threw my bag over my shoulder, "I guess."
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Fanfiction"who is this?" "who do you think?" in which a sick boy falls in love with a troubled girl through text
