Red Hearts on White Paper

Another stupid love letter. This was just getting ridiculous. Keith stuffed the thing in his back pocket, grasping his books from their place in the shadowed cavern of his locker, and slamming it shut with a bang. He wasn't even sure when it had happened. Keith had always been a loner, and that had served him well his first year, but even his steely demeanor was no longer keeping the masses at bay.

Keith made a beeline for the nearest trash can. Crumpling the letter in his hand, he tossed it inside.