Meanwhile, Jennifer finds a note on her locker

After the inaugural Women’s Wrestling Club meet, Jen was riding high for the next few days. Wrestling club was a smashing success, her new friends got along with each other very VERY well and she just passed her latest English Lit test! Everything seemed to be going her way! Then, on her way to her next class, she felt a moment of dread.

Someone had left a note in Jennifer’s locker. As she approached it, she pondered whether it was intended for her, or was a general spam notice, or maybe someone had put it there by accident. She didn’t think anyone knew which locker was hers.Not everyone had a locker in school, you had to apply for one and pay for it, but Jen had found it convenient to store her things in between her classes instead of heading all the way back to her dorm. She never really told anyone she had this locker either, since she wasn’t really sociable with her classmates and her wrestling buddies didn’t really intermingle with her academic life. She looked around to see if the notegiver was around, but there was no telling when the note was left.

If it really was addressed to her, what could the writer want? Did she do something to offend someone? Was it some sort of threat? Her chest tightened up, not used to being seen by others. Suddenly she was getting the vibe of a prey being stalked. She eyed the hall with suspicion again as others milled through to their next class. Her worry soon faded as she watched her fellow students. In her time at Olympia, she couldn’t recall any reported incidents of harassment at the school, it was a relatively safe place. The people among her were friendly, some friends were laughing amongst themselves as they filed by. A couple held hands as they walked to class. Jen felt a flutter in her heart. Could this note be from a secret admirer? Who could have noticed her and knew her well enough to leave a note in her locker?

The mystery was too much to leave alone for any longer! There was only one way to find out who sent the note! Jennifer picked the note out from the vent where it had been wedged in place. She opened it up and read it;

Dear Jennifer,

I know your secret! I won’t tell as long as you meet me at the shed (you know the one) and we’ll talk further!

Tomorrow, 6 AM ish!

♡ ∩_∩

(„• ֊ •„)♡

|￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣|

Jennifer looked the note over, flipped it around. The secret messenger did not leave a name. She would have to go to the meeting to find out who it really was. Now she was beginning to worry that this admirer could be more of a twisted stalker that knew about her submission wrestling! What was she going to do?!

She texted the wrestling group:

Jen: Someone just left me a message in my locker about knowing my secret! They want to meet in the shed tomorrow morning!

Sam: You have a locker?

Jen: That’s not the issue here! @Sonya could there have been anyone following us into the shed?

Sonya: No way, we would have spotted them! There’s no way to see in, either! I checked!

Jen: Then how would this person know about the shed?

Sonya: No idea. Are you going to meet them? Do you need backup?

Jen: OK! The message didn’t say to come alone… it should be alright… unless it’s not?

Sonya: Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you!

Elsie: I’ll be around too if you need me!

Jen felt some reassurance that she would be OK. She had no idea who this stalker was, but having Sonya and Elsa around to watch her back put her at ease.

The next morning, as the sun was peeking out, Sonya and Jen were at the dilapidated shed they had shared their first match in. Elsa would be at the pool like she was most mornings, but would be relatively close by in case she was needed.

“You think this person is going to show when they see the two of us?” Sonya wondered, looking around. The shed was in an isolated part of the field where they could spot anyone approaching.

“Did you want to hide?”

“I could head in the shed, but I won’t be able to see what’s going on outside,” Sonya said. “But, if you run into trouble, you could scream a safeword and I can come rushing out.”

“What would the safeword be?”

“Maybe, “Help! Help!”?” Sonya smirked.

“Yeah…” Jen shrugged sheepishly. “I guess that would work…”

“Should I have a safeword too?” a girl asked. They both turned to the voice, which came from the shed itself!

They saw the side panel open up and out came another woman about their age. They watched as she stumbled out of the hole and straightened herself up. She was taller than Jen but shorter than Sonya. She had brown hair highlighted blonde, tied up into a bun with wavy strands overflowing from the sides and large, dark brown doe eyes that looked at the ladies with a naive innocence. With one look at her, Jen’s fears were assuaged. This girl looked harmless. Then something registered as she made out the face in the morning light.

“Oh! Wait, I know you!” Jen recognized. “From Advanced Communications, right? Your name is Gloria? Vasquez was it?”

“Yeah!” Gloria smiled. “My friends call me Ria!”

“Nice to properly meet you, Ria, this is Sonya…” Jen replied.

“Hi…” Sonya greeted, still a little uneasy about the stranger. “So, you’re the stalker?”

“Stalker? Oh no! I just wanted to meet with Jennifer!” Ria explained.

“Then why didn’t you put your name on the note?” Jen asked, pulling out the note.

“I did! See?” Gloria pointed out the squiggles at the end of her message. The two ladies stared at it, trying to decipher the words.

“I thought it was just a picture of a bunny…” Jen admitted.

“It is! But it spells out my name, see? Here’s the G.. and the L…” Gloria explained. The others titled their heads and tried to decipher the strange cursive Jen’s classmate had used. Gloria looked at it herself and huffed, “Well, I think it’s cute!”

Jen changed the subject. “Ria, what did you want to talk about?”

“I want to have a match!” Ria declared enthusiastically.

“Wait, so how did you find out about this in the first place?” Sonya interjected.

Gloria shifted her attention to the tall runner. “Well, I was in the shed when you two.. When it happened…” she revealed.

“Wait, what? What were you doing in there?!” Sonya asked, suddenly alarmed.

“It wasn’t to spy on you two, I swear!” Gloria gasped, feeling very intimated by the taller woman. “I was researching the shed! There’s rumors that this place is haunted and that’s why it’s abandoned! I also heard that strange lights came on late, late at night or super early morning, like a ghost was haunting the place! I thought I could livestream a night in there to see if there was anything to the rumors…”

Jen looked at Sonya and asked, “Lights late at night?”

“Must have seen me setting up the space…” Sonya murmured back, realizing that the light would leak through the cracks in the walls.

“Anyways, I was inside when you two came in. When I heard noise coming from outside, I knew I was trapped! So I just hid, then… I saw everything!”

“Everything?!” Jen gasped.

“Well, I saw the wrestling and the part after… I took off before anything else, so I wouldn’t get caught…” Ria clarified.

“Wait… did you record us?” Sonya asked with alarm.

“I would have… but my battery died from livestreaming all night…” Gloria admitted. “I would have packed up and left earlier, but it was so dark by then and I had no light, so I had to wait until morning. I didn’t know there were lights on the shelves!”

“Hey, not cool! You shouldn’t record people without their permission!” Sonya warned.

“You right! You right!” Gloria relented, holding up her hands in surrender. She pivoted to Jen and asked her, “So, can I record you in a match with me?” She smiled hopefully as Jen looked flabbergasted.