The Redhead, and The Dreamer.

At first I thought he was joking. I mean, what would our two music styles sound like together? Mud? He loved to mess with my head, and so, that night, I just crumbled up the piece of paper and tossed it into his yard.

Monday morning, there was another in my locker waiting for me when I turned up freshly grounded and half awake.

I'm serious. I think it could work. We could go somewhere easy if we start working together. I'd bet on it. -E

P.S. Next time find a trashcan.

I laughed nervously. I don't know why. i just did. Maybe it was to reassure myself, and then I went over all the little things he'd ever done intentionally or not to push my buttons in my head. I remembered Crystal. I remembered there was no way in hell he could possibly be even remotely serious.

Tuesday there was another.

You're not taking me seriously, Skylar. You should. Just come find me. We'll talk things over or something. You know where I live now. -E

This time I just crumbled it up and tossed it back into my locker, scowling. He probably didn't get his little game was somewhere, deep inside of me, giving me false hope. I didn't need that. It would just drive me insane.

Wensday.

One chance? -E

Thursday.

Please? I'll be nice. i promise. -E

Friday.

Fine. I'll come find you. -E

He did.