Alex found the notebook on the desk.

He had entered his sixth-period class slightly earlier than expected. Sitting down, his dark blue eyes landed on the violet book. Picking it up, Alex found it was a notebook. The owner had skillfully drawn a butterfly on the cover in silver pencil.

Opening it, Alex flipped through the pages. This notebook was a combination of diary, writing journal, and sketchbook. Little comics and pictures sat next to poems and short stories, which sat down with entries about the person's day.

There was no name, except for a V.

But Alex recognized the handwriting.

Since the third month of school, he had been finding little notes in his locker. The first two, he had assumed were cruel remarks from his bullies and thrown away. The third, curiosity took over.

He found a poem. A love poem addressed to him. Each one was signed with a V with little butterfly wings. The person who had written it knew when he wasn't at his locker. Alex hadn't a clue who it was, but he needed to find and reject them.

Right now, he wasn't interested in a relationship. Plus...they had no idea how many issues he had. They were asking to be dragged down.

Alex flipped through the notebook through the rest of his classes, smiling at the loving care that the person had put in each pencil stroke. It was a Friday, so school let out early. He stopped reading when he bumped into somebody.

He glanced down. A petite girl, her braided hair a shade of soft lavender, was rubbing her head. She wore a black shirt and a violet sweater. She looked up, revealing hazel eyes framed by purple glasses.

"Oh, hey Alex!"

He blinked, suddenly unsure of how to speak. The one word he could comprehend was cute. "Do...do I know you?"

She laughed, cheeks turning a bright red as she adjusted her lavender scarf, patterned with grey butterflies. "Um, Violet? We have third period Art and seventh period English together."

"Oh, oh yeah!" He remembered now.

"Vi!" They glanced back to see Sunny Dowling waving at them. "C'mon!"

Alex felt a burst of irritation. Violet seemed annoyed as well. "I...gotta go. Bye!" She hurried after her friend. He sighed and was about to return to reading when there was a loud "Oof!"

Looking up, he could see that Violet had tripped, spilling papers everywhere. He hurried up and helped the girls pick up her stuff. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." She said. Violet and Sunny hurried off, she gave him a wave bye. A paper fluttered out of her backpack. Alex picked it up.

It was a Biology quiz with a perfect A+. His eyes landed on her name. The V had butterfly wings but went on to spell Violet Cullens. Alex let out a smile.

When he got home, he pulled out the box he had been keeping the notes in. Reading over them, Alex smiled. Setting the notebook in the journal, he pulled out a piece of paper.

Dear Violet Cullens...