Love,
Ashley Evans.
The words are written on red, in white.
Sierra High is empty and quiet. Ashley looks twice and hurries down the hallways, clutching it in her hand.
She reaches her destination and quickly slips the note into the locker. She smiles.
Today, the 14th of February, seven in the morning.
When the students started flooding in, Ashley hoped, with luck, she would accomplish her long-term goal.
Maybe this year Noah Hall would be hers.
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Love, Ashley Evans ✓
Teen Fiction"Maybe at the start it was fake. Maybe at the start I thought it would be temporary. Maybe at the start I didn't actually love you. Things are different now."
