Disclaimer: I don't own. Just the plot.

Signed, Anonymous-Chapter 3

Zach's POV

I walked out of that torture chamber they call Algebra 2. I hate it. I truly, truly do.

I went down to my locker and reached for my lock. But it wasn't there. It was gone. I looked down and saw the metal remains of what it used to be.

Okay, this is really confusing.

I was just staring at the metal, possibly fatal death trap. It must have been weird to see me staring blankly at it, because Grant came over and shook me.

"Dude, what are you doing? Dreaming of Cammie again?" Grant said laughing. Jonas, my other friend, joined him.

"Ha, very funny." I ignored them. You know, I seriously regret ever telling them that.

I never got the guts to ask Cammie out.

She was so... Kind, graceful, beautiful. I was just Zach. I doubt she even liked me like that.

I forgot about Cammie (briefly) and just opened the locker. A simple piece of notebook floated out of the door. I again ignored Grants calls of "Oh, Zachy's got a giiiiirrrrllllfriend!" and opened it.

Zach,

I'm just going to come out and say it- I like you. I've liked you for a while. But you're going to have to find me. I'll only give you clues.

Clue 1-

We've known each other all our lives, but hadn't talked until a few months ago.

Come and find me.

Signed,

Anonymous

P.S. When you've got a guess, put it on a piece of paper like this and place it in your locker on the 3rd shelf.

I couldn't put my finger on it. It was a good way to tell someone you like them, sending them a note. Telling them that if you want to know them, come and find them. It made me so intrigued. I've got to find this girl.

"Jonas! Grant! Can we go to lunch now? I need to ask the lunch lady if I can use the stage."


I was standing there, holding the microphone in my hand and waving the note with the other.

I didn't have time for clues and cryptic-ness. I needed answers. I wanted her.

She had to be smart. I don't care if she was pretty or not, she was clever and calm. Cool.

My kind of chick.

It actually reminded me somewhat of Cammie...

Stop, Zach. You sound like a freaking girl.

I snapped out of it and taped the microphone. No response in the noisy lunch room.

I cleared my throat. Nothing.

I looked at Grant and he got the message.

"YO!" he screamed. The whole cafeteria silenced and looked at me. Finally.

"Uh, hey. For the people who don't know me, I'm Zach Goode. I found this, uh, note in my locker. I don't mind going on a date or something-"

I was cut off by the raising of about 3 dozen girls hands and claiming it was them.

"Okay, so it's obviously not any of them," Jonas whispered.

I guess not.

I groaned and thought this never would have happened if I'd asked Cammie out when I had the chance.

"Okay, okay. If you claim it's you, talk to me privately later. I'll take you to my party on Saturday, it's right after the football game."

I ran my hand through my hair and walked down to our table. We headed towards Cam, Bex, Liz and Macey-apparently the only sane girls in this school. Okay, so maybe not Bex or Mace…

"Hey Zach." Cam greeted. God, she is so cute. Like, it's not even funny-

"Zach? What was all that about?" Macey asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I don't like when she knows things that I don't.

"Uh, well, I found this note in my locker and I just want to know who put it there." I explained. I shrugged as Liz giggled and Bex lightly kicked her under the table. Okay, these girls are being seriously weird. Giggling? Mischievous Glints? I know "hiding" when I see it.

"Just send her your guess." Cammie said. Macey shot her a look. Then I realized something.

I never told them about the guess.

"How did you-?" I started, but I was cut off by Macey.

"It was just a guess. Girls in tuition," she claimed. But I looked between her calm look and Cammie's worried one. Cammie knows who it is.

And I'm going to find out.