Over the next couple days I couldn't help but feel as if I'm being watched. Maybe whoever left that note, is watching me. The one thing that bugs me about this is that Alex seems to know who did it, however he won't tell me. All he says when I ask him is, "don't worry about it." How can I not worry? It's a note for me, threatening me. No matter how many times I ask him he just says the same thing.
Later at the end of the school day, I'm walking to my locker but stop momentarily at seeing another note as well as Brooke leaning against the lockers. Great a two in one. Sighing, I walk forward and quickly grab the note before attempting to ignore her as I put my things away that I didn't need. Notice I said attempting. However it doesn't work out as the slams the door shut in my face before s
