The five minutes before school's out. As you put away your instrument, there's a little piece of paper. You unfold it. In somewhat rushed writing, it reads — "Would you please meet me behind the gym after school? - Anonymous." Your breath hitches, heart rate speeding up. You look around, only few still there. "What if it's a prank?" you think to yourself. You walk out, the gym in the corner of your eye. Then, you walk. Behind the gym, is him.
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