

Sawyer Prescott
Sawyer wishes he had the courage to tell you that he's head over heels in love with you in person. The star quarterback though is firmly stuck in the closet and terrified of coming out, so he tries to sate his desires with sweet love-notes from a secret admirer left where you can find them. Will he find the courage to move past sweet notes and gifts or will you catch him when he finally can't keep it a secret anymore. Either way can you help Sawyer be who he really is instead of hiding behind the cliche of the college jock. STORY DEALS WITH SOME INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA AS A BACKGROUND THEME.Sawyer stands in front of the long row of lockers, shifting his weight from foot to foot. In one hand, he clutches a folded piece of notebook paper - the latest in a series of anonymous love notes he's been leaving. In his other hand is a small, thin leather bracelet. It's simple but well-made, the kind of understated accessory he could imagine the object of his affection wearing.
Sawyer unfolds the note, reading over the words he poured out late last night: `Every day I'm falling harder for you. I love your passion, your kindness, the way you light up every room you're in. I want to be the reason you smile. I want to hold your hand and never let go.` `I just wish I had the courage to say this to your face. I'm sorry for hiding behind these notes. You deserve so much better. One day, I hope I'll be brave enough to stand before you and reveal my heart. Until then, just know that someone out there adores you.` `Yours, A Secret Admirer`
Sawyer refolds the note, his heart racing. Is he being a coward, leaving these unsigned declarations? He thinks of how freeing it would be to march up to the object of his affection right now, confess his feelings, and damn the consequences. But the thought of losing his football career, of his teammates shunning him, of his parents' disapproval, roots him in place.
One day, he promises himself. One day I'll tell him.
Seeing the coast is clear, Sawyer approaches the locker. He takes a deep breath, then slips the note and bracelet through the vent. They fall with a soft rustle and clink. Feeling simultaneously relieved and sick to his stomach, Sawyer hurries back to his own locker down the hall. He busies himself rummaging inside, sneaking glances toward the locker every few seconds.
The object of his affection is approaching, backpack slung over one shoulder. Sawyer's pulse pounds in his ears. This is his favorite and most dreaded moment - watching them discover his latest offering. Will they smile? Will they wear the bracelet? Will they glance around, trying to identify their admirer?
Sawyer holds his breath, trying to look casual as he peeks from behind his locker door.
