Naomi barely slept that night.

The image on her phone kept replaying in her mind.

Her locker.

The red writing.

Stay Away From Ethan.

She had checked the message several times, but the number remained unknown. Whoever sent it clearly didn't want to be traced.

And that made everything worse.

When morning arrived, Naomi stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her thoughts running in circles.

Was it Victoria?

Or someone else?

And more importantly... why Ethan?

Brookshire High felt different that morning.

The usual chatter of students filled the hallways, but Naomi couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted.

She walked toward her locker slowly.

Her heart beat faster with every step.

What if the message had been real?

What if someone had actually-

She stopped.

Her locker door was slightly open.

Naomi's stomach dropped.

"I knew it..."

She stepped closer and pulled the locker door open completely.

Inside, everything looked normal.

Her books.

Her notebooks.

Her bag.

But something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Someone had moved things.

Her folders were rearranged.

Her math book was placed where her English binder usually sat.

And taped to the inside of the locker door...

Was a small piece of paper.

Naomi carefully peeled it off.

Two words were written in black ink.

Last warning.

Her chest tightened.

"Okay, this is not funny anymore."

"Talking to yourself?"

Naomi nearly jumped.

She turned around quickly.

Ethan stood behind her again.

For a moment Naomi wondered if he had some kind of supernatural ability to appear out of nowhere.

Then she remembered something.

"Did you do this?"

Ethan frowned.

"Do what?"

Naomi handed him the note.

His expression changed immediately.

"Where did you find this?"

"My locker."

Ethan looked inside the locker carefully.

His jaw tightened slightly.

"Someone broke in."

Naomi crossed her arms.

"I figured that part out."

Ethan lowered his voice.

"Did anyone see you this morning before you got here?"

Naomi blinked.

"What kind of question is that?"

"A serious one."

Naomi thought for a moment.

"No. I came straight from the gate."

Ethan leaned against the lockers, thinking.

Naomi studied him.

"You're acting like this isn't surprising."

"I didn't say that."

"But you don't seem shocked."

Ethan looked at the note again.

"I was hoping it wouldn't happen this soon."

Naomi froze.

"This soon?"

Ethan realized what he had said and sighed.

"Forget it."

"Oh no," Naomi said firmly. "You're not doing that mysterious quiet thing again."

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's complicated."

"Try me."

Before he could answer, loud laughter echoed from down the hallway.

Victoria Hale appeared with her usual group of friends.

Her eyes immediately landed on Naomi.

Then on Ethan.

Victoria's smile was sharp.

"Well, look at that," she said loudly. "The new girl already needs protection."

Naomi felt irritation rise instantly.

"We were having a conversation."

Victoria shrugged.

"Sure."

Her gaze shifted to Ethan.

"You know she's going to make your life harder, right?"

Ethan's voice remained calm.

"That's not your concern."

Victoria's expression hardened slightly.

"You always say that."

Naomi noticed something strange.

Victoria wasn't just angry.

She sounded... hurt.

"Maybe you should listen to the warnings," Victoria continued.

Naomi narrowed her eyes.

"What warnings?"

Victoria smiled slightly.

"The ones people are giving you."

Naomi held up the note.

"You mean this?"

For a split second, Victoria looked genuinely surprised.

But the reaction vanished quickly.

"Looks like someone doesn't like you."

"Do you?"

Victoria tilted her head.

"I don't waste time hating people who won't last."

Naomi stepped closer.

"You seem pretty invested for someone who doesn't care."

Victoria's smile faded.

Then she looked at Ethan.

"You're going to regret this."

Without another word, she turned and walked away.

Her friends quickly followed.

The hallway slowly returned to normal.

Naomi exhaled.

"That girl has serious problems."

Ethan didn't respond.

He was staring at the note again.

"What?" Naomi asked.

Ethan looked at her.

"You shouldn't ignore this."

"I'm not."

"You are if you stay close to me."

Naomi blinked.

"What does that mean?"

Ethan hesitated.

Then he said something that made Naomi's stomach drop.

"Some people think you're connected to me now."

"And?"

"And they don't like it."

Naomi laughed slightly.

"This is high school, not a crime drama."

Ethan didn't laugh.

"That's where you're wrong."

Naomi studied him carefully.

"You're hiding something."

Ethan stayed silent.

"That car last night," Naomi continued. "The message. This note. Victoria's weird obsession with you."

She crossed her arms.

"What aren't you telling me?"

Ethan looked like he was deciding whether to speak.

Finally he said quietly,

"Do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

"About the bookstore?"

"Yes."

"You said I helped you."

Ethan nodded.

"But that wasn't the only reason I was looking for you."

Naomi waited.

Ethan took a breath.

"Three years ago... something happened after we met."

Naomi's curiosity grew instantly.

"What happened?"

Ethan looked directly at her.

"Someone started watching you."

Naomi's heart skipped.

"Watching me?"

"I noticed it first."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know how."

Naomi stared at him in disbelief.

"You're telling me someone has been stalking me for three years?"

"I don't know if it's the same person."

Naomi shook her head slowly.

"This is insane."

Ethan looked serious.

"But the messages... the locker... the threats..."

His voice lowered.

"It means whoever it is might be back."

Naomi felt a chill run down her spine.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then suddenly-

A loud voice echoed through the hallway.

"Everyone move aside!"

Students rushed toward the classroom doors.

Two security officers walked down the hall with the principal.

They stopped directly in front of Naomi and Ethan.

The principal's face looked tense.

"Naomi Nelson," he said.

Naomi's stomach dropped again.

"Yes...?"

"There's been another incident."

Her heart pounded.

"What kind of incident?"

The principal hesitated.

Then he said something that made the hallway go completely silent.

"Someone broke into the school records room this morning."

Naomi frowned.

"Okay...?"

The principal's voice hardened.

"And they left something behind."

Naomi felt a knot form in her chest.

"What?"

The principal looked directly at her.

"A photograph."

Naomi swallowed.

"A photograph of...?"

The principal slowly held up a clear evidence bag.

Inside was a printed photo.

A picture taken from across the hallway earlier that morning.

Of Naomi standing at her locker.

And written across the bottom in black marker were the words:

"She's next."

The hallway had never felt so quiet.

Naomi stared at the photograph in the evidence bag while her mind struggled to process what the principal had just said.

She's next.

The words echoed inside her head like a warning.

"Where did you find that?" she asked slowly.

"In the records room," the principal replied. "The same place someone broke into earlier this morning."

Naomi felt everyone in the hallway watching her.

Whispers started immediately.

"Is she in trouble again?"

"Why does someone have a picture of her?"

"This is getting weird..."

Naomi clenched her hands.

"I didn't do anything," she said firmly.

"We're not accusing you," the principal replied. "But this situation is becoming concerning."

He turned to one of the security officers.

"Escort Miss Nelson to the office. I want to review the security footage."

Naomi's heart sank.

Again.

As she started walking down the hallway with the officer, Ethan stepped forward.

"I'm coming too."

The principal shook his head.

"That's not necessary."

Ethan's voice stayed calm.

"It might be."

For a moment the principal studied him.

Then he sighed.

"Fine."

Inside the office, Naomi sat across the desk while the principal replayed footage from several hallway cameras.

The screen showed students moving through the corridors that morning.

Then the video paused.

"There," the principal said.

The image zoomed in.

Naomi saw herself standing at her locker earlier that morning.

Then the camera continued playing.

Someone walked past behind her.

A student wearing a dark hoodie.

The same figure Naomi had noticed the day before.

Naomi leaned forward.

"That person again."

"You've seen them before?" the principal asked.

"Yes. Yesterday during the fire alarm."

The security officer frowned.

"That's strange. We didn't identify anyone matching that description during the evacuation."

Ethan crossed his arms.

"They're avoiding cameras."

Naomi looked at him.

"You think the same person is following me?"

Ethan didn't answer immediately.

But his silence said enough.

After the meeting ended, Naomi walked out of the office feeling overwhelmed.

She leaned against the hallway wall.

"This is crazy."

Ethan stood beside her.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"You're being watched. Someone broke into the school records room. Someone left a threatening photo."

He looked at her seriously.

"That's not normal."

Naomi rubbed her forehead.

"Why me?"

Ethan didn't answer.

And that worried her even more.

That afternoon, Naomi sat in the library trying to focus on homework.

But she couldn't concentrate.

Every time someone walked past, she glanced up.

Every sound made her tense.

Finally she closed her notebook.

"This is impossible."

Across the table, Ethan watched her quietly.

"You're scared."

Naomi sighed.

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Yes."

"So what do we do?"

Ethan leaned forward slightly.

"We find out who's doing this."

Naomi blinked.

"That's your plan?"

"Yes."

"That sounds dangerous."

"It is."

Naomi studied his face.

"But you're still going to do it."

Ethan nodded.

"Yes."

For a moment Naomi hesitated.

Then she said something surprising.

"Then I'm helping."

Ethan frowned.

"No."

"Yes."

"This person might be dangerous."

Naomi crossed her arms.

"They're already targeting me."

Ethan couldn't argue with that.

Finally he sighed.

"Fine."

Naomi felt a small spark of determination.

"Where do we start?"

Ethan glanced toward the library computer desks.

"With the security logs."