Every second before recess felt agonising,
The note inside my pocket weighing,
my limbs aching.

Milkshake? ;)

The winky face was an act.
I was hyperventilating.

I knew your locker was number 159.
Mine was number 230
On the other side of the building.

Yet no one questioned when I lingered
a ro un d  your locker.

Please know it's me.
I wanted to break open the locker as
soon as I pushed the
note in-s-ide.

But the bell rang
and feet shuffled
and crowd gathered.

And there you were.

I wasn't there to see your reaction
but something in me said
that seeing the note
you smiled.

a/n., the locker numbers (partly) are very important numbers to me lol xP

What do you guys think of Ethan now that you get to be inside his head?