Sam's P.O.V.
The hall buzzed with the usual morning chatter as I made my way to my locker, grateful for the normalcy school offered after the weekend’s emotional whirlwind. My steps slowed when I noticed something unusual—bright colors peeking out from the slats of my locker door.
With a frown, I spun the combination and opened it. Inside sat a bouquet of fresh wildflowers—vibrant yellows, deep purples, and soft whites. Nestled among them was a small card.
I plucked it out, my heartbeat quickening as I read the note written in bold, confident handwriting:
Sam,
Just thought these might make your Monday a little less terrible. See you in English?
—David
I stared at the card, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. David. The new guy I’d been casually hanging out with. Charming, kind, an
