Jack huffed in frustration and pressed his back against the wall. He peeked around the corner, a white lock of hair falling into his vision. A frown graced his lips as he tried to see Pitch's expression from this far away, it was a bit hard, but thankfully there weren't that many people in the hallway so he could get at least a look at the older student's reaction.

Pitch looked down at the piece of paper in his hands, frowning slightly as his brown, almost golden, eyes scanned over the words. He looked up, glancing around to see if he could spot who put this note in his locker, but ended up just shaking his head and tossing it back into the locker. He shut it and started walking away, seeming to dismiss what he had just read.

"You idiot..." Jack muttered as he hung his head.

Two years almost, it had been almost two years that Jack had been trying to get Pitch Black's attention romantically. Now Pitch was a senior and Jack had limited time to get Pitch's affections. Ever since Jack had spotted the older boy in his advance math class during freshman year, he had been smitten. Pitch had a few inches on Jack, towering over most of the other students in the school. He wore his black hair slicked back, sometimes Jack would wonder if it took a long time for Pitch to get his hair like that. If it did take a long time it was more than worth it. His favorite color had to be black, it seemed to be the only color he'd wear, well, besides dark yellow.

He was gorgeous.

It had taken Jack a few months to be able to speak more than a sentence to the other. The first time they had spoken was in class, Pitch had needed an extra pencil and Jack could only sputter out a 'yes' as he handed over the writing utensil.

Since then Jack had been slowly gathering confidence to talk to Pitch and slowly grew more comfortable around his crush. It had taken half a year, and a lot of moral support from his friends, to try to flirting with Pitch.

Of course it always ended up the same way. Pitch would laugh off the comment, ignore it, or simply just not get that it was flirting. It was beyond frustrating. Sometimes Jack just wanted to grab Pitch by the collar, pull him close, exclaim that he's been hitting on Pitch, and then kiss him senseless.

Though, he had made progress of the two years. He wasn't exactly sure if Pitch would call Jack a friend, but they had spoken a few times and hung out, even if for a limited time. Pitch didn't like to hang out with anyone, usually sticking to himself, so the thought that Pitch would actually make conversation with him made his heart soar.

His friend, Ana, had told him that he needed to get a hold of himself and just ask Pitch on a date. If Pitch wasn't going to get subtle hints, then Jack's only move was to be direct. She said that if Jack really wanted to be making out with Pitch, then he'd have to man up and ask the other out.

Jack couldn't do that! Pitch was too...amazing for Jack. He'd just make an idiot of himself if he asked Pitch out. That option had been thrown out the window as soon as Jack realized that dating Pitch would be a wonderful thing.

With sagged shoulders he started to trudge to class. He shoved his hands in his blue hoodie's pockets. Damn, why couldn't he have more of a spine when it came to Pitch? Tooth's solution sounded so simple, just ask him out! That was much easier said than done. Jack knew he'd just mess it all up, there was no point in trying. He could already see how it'd go: he'd blush redder than he thought possible, stumble over words, Pitch would either laugh and reject him or just plain reject him, and Jack would run off in embarrassment. Wonderful.

The thought made Jack's stomach churn. He was embarrassed by something that had even happened. That one fantasy wouldn't leave his thoughts as he hurried to class. He had hoped the letter would be a good starter to trying to ask him out, hopefully. It had been a secret admirer letter, but the way Pitch disregarded it... That wasn't very hopeful.

At least he hadn't signed it with his name, that way Pitch wouldn't know who had sent it and had broken into his locker to place it there.

He kept his head down as he walked, wishing that school could just be over so he could hide into his room until he felt better. Blaring music in his room while staying curled up under the covers had to help.

"You- with me." Jack could hear someone say before he felt them grab his wrist and pull him in another direction. He glanced down at the pale fingers before following the arm up to see who was tugging him along. His cheeks went pink when he saw it was Pitch. What the hell was he doing? And where were they going?

One of his questions was answered when Pitch had taken him out side, away from the other students and the teachers. Jack gulped as he looked around, the bright light causing him to rub his eyes. "What the hell Pitch? I was going somewhere, thank you very much." He said, frowning at the other. "What do you-"

"You sent that letter, didn't you?"