"I totally have no clue where it came from. I just woke up and there it was on my bed."

"Maybe it was someone in the school?" Molly, her friend asked

"Who would do such a thing."

The girls bickered a bit and looked around the room for any suspects.

A pudgy, thick glasses kid caught there attention.

"W-why are you gazes fixated upon me?" He was holding a deck of cards in his hand.

"Cut the crap George. We all know you'd probably do it after what Samira did to me you at the rally last week," Molly slapped the cards from his hand. On the floor they scattered.

The kid immediately dropped to his knees and hastily picked them up.

"I- I have no i-idea what you a-are speaking of-" His concentration was too much on the cards.

"Cindy I don't think it was him." Molly interjected.

Next came the emo quiet kid in the back. I know what you're thinking; Emo, quiet, back of the room, prefect for a killer.

"Don't think you're safe back here." Cindy slammed the desk. The kid stared inclusively at her. He looked as unpuazed as a mom in a grocery store with a winy kid.

"..."

"Don't play games with me. Why would you do it?"

"..."

The kid pulled his desk back and put his head down.

"Cindy I think you're going overboard."

Lastly they turned their attention at the high school jock. The guy was who brought the school victory on the football field. He always wanted the glory and wouldn't stop till he got it all.

He realized this and looked away from their direction. Both Molly and him were always on the outs.

Before Cindy could get to him, Molly pulled her back. She shook her head.

Doing one final sweep, they turned there attention towards me. Cindy's eyes widened. Never before has she even spoken to or around me. She looked like a prosecutor who just landed their key witness.

Not even a few seconds went by before they were at my desk. Cindy started barking remarks at me but I didn't really care. I kept staring at Molly as her hair twirled in the gentle breeze which entered the room. Her eyes glistened like pearls as my desk reflected off her pupils.

It was as we were in a standstill until she realized she was staring at me. Her face reddened up and she hid herself.

"Molly?" Her friend asked.

"Huh- what? Why are we- Why are we bothering him?" Her face reddened again,"I'm so sorry Josai. Get over here idiot-" she pulled Cindy away.

"Ah. Stupid dumb love. It's all you need to get away with anything." I thought to myself as I started writing the next note.