My Enemy's Inbox, My Wet Dream

Previously

…As they walked, a small, almost imperceptible smile touched Laura’s lips. The sheer absurdity of the situation was starting to seep in. She, Laura Jacobs, the girl who blushed when the teacher called her name, had accidentally sent her most intimate desires to the school’s golden boy. It was a disaster, yes. But maybe, just maybe, Billie was right. Maybe, in the chaotic, unpredictable world of high school, this accidental confession was the beginning of something… unexpected. Something that might just be worth the mortification. And the thought, however terrifying, sent a tiny, thrilling spark through her. The spark of possibility, ignited by a dream and delivered by a misplaced email.