Madison had covered one side of the hall without success, and was just bending...

Madison had covered one side of the hall without success, and was just bending down to check the first locker on the other side, when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Looking for lunch money?" Jeremy asked.
Madison's face turned beet red. She slowly turned to look at Jeremy, who was standing with his hands in his pockets, watching her. "Of course not," she said. "Lunch is over."
"Then what are you looking for?" he asked, strolling toward her.
She folded her arms and stood her ground. "That's none of your business."
"Actually, it my business," Jeremy replied. "That's my locker."
"What?" Madison spun to look at the locker. There was no way she could have known.
"Well, it's not what you think. I-I'm not planning on stealing from you," she stammered. "I'm just…" Her voice trailed off as she tried to think of a logical explanation for why she was standing alone in the hall with her hand on his locker.
Jeremy leaned his shoulder against his locker and grinned. He looked like the cat who had eaten the canary. "You're just what?"
Madison gulped and looked up at the I'M STUCK ON MADISON sticker on Jeremy's locker door. A lightbulb went on in her brain, and she tilted her chin in defiance. "I'm just removing this sticker from your locker." She reached up and tore the decal off the locker. As she did, she spotted the phone number on the back and screamed, "I found it!"
Jeremy jumped back two feet in alarm. "Could you shout a little louder?" he cracked. "I don't think the hall monitor heard you."
"So what are doing lurking out here?" Madison asked, cradling the sticker with Blue's number in her hand, so Jeremy wouldn't see it.
Jeremy leaned in until his face was only inches from hers, and whispered, "That's for me to know and you to find out.