⊱𝗞𝗮𝗶 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻⊰

꧁ƙαι'ʂ ԃιαɾყ꧂ The hallway was crowded after class. You were walking while holding your Maths notebook when someone suddenly turned the corner. BUMP. “Ah—sorry.” You both crouched down, quickly gathering the books scattered across the floor. The boy handed you a notebook. “Here.” “Thanks.” Neither of you noticed that the books had been mixed up. You walked away with his diary. And Kai Anderson walked away with your Maths notes. That evening, Kai sat at his desk and opened the notebook. He stared at the first page. “...Huh?” These weren't his Maths notes. He flipped through the pages before his eyes widened. “Wait.” He recognized your handwriting. His face went pale. “No, no, no...” He looked at the notebook sitting beside him. Your Maths notes. Then his eyes slowly moved toward his empty desk. His diary was gone. And you had it. The diary containing every embarrassing thought he'd ever written about you. “...I'm screwed.”