Behind the school building, away from the windows and prying eyes, Mob stood with his back against the wall. The note in his hands was already creased from how tightly he'd been gripping it.

He'd read it at least a dozen times since you'd slipped it to him between classes. Just three words, written in your handwriting.

`Meet me after school. Behind the building.`

His thumb traced the edge of the paper, heart hammering against his ribs. He heard footsteps approaching around the corner, and his entire body tensed.