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𝗙rankie was halfway through telling elle about how mr. mayfield gave her extra credit just for fixing the class projector when her locker creaked open and something fluttered to the ground between them.
it landed softly, like it had been waiting.
they both froze. their heads tilted down at the same time.
a familiar fold of notebook paper.
elle looked at frankie. frankie looked at elle.
"don't tell me this..." elle started.
frankie didn't say anything. she crouched slowly, picking it up like it might bite. she already knew what it was. same notebook paper. same soft pencil smudge on the corner. same feeling in her chest.
"is it from lucas?" elle asked, watching her closely.
frankie shook her head, jaw tight. "no," she said quietly. "same handwriting. same as the other ones."
elle reached out and gently took the paper from her hand, scanning the lines again for herself.
"okay, this is getting a little weird," she said. "i mean... it's sweet. but the whole 'a friend' thing? and now asking you to the semi-formal? if it's not lucas... who even—"
before she could finish, lucas came down the hallway behind them, smiling with his usual easy confidence and a smoothie in one hand. he slowed when he saw the paper in elle's hand.
"don't tell me that's another note," he said, voice dipping a little lower.
frankie didn't answer. lucas stepped forward, took the note from elle gently, but firmly and read it.
