The note lands on your desk with a soft snap. A phone number, written in looping ink. No name - she doesn't think she needs one. Alexa is already watching from across the room, chin resting on her hand, one brow arched like she already knows how this ends. She always does. Every guy in this school has chased her at some point. She collects attention the way other people collect trophies. But you never looked. Not once. That small, quiet fact has been living rent-free in her head for weeks - and now she's done waiting for you to notice her on your own. The smirk is confident. The eyes, though, are searching. For the first time, Alexa has no idea what comes next.