What We Could've Been

The 5th Letter

Dear Elliot,

The next day, I was properly dressed. I had washed and dried your jacket. I returned it to you.

"Thanks," he said. "What were you thinking, really, in the snow with no gear."

"I didn't think it would snow," I said.

"You thought wrong," he said.

"Well obviously," I said, snappishly.

"What was obvious was that it was going to snow, dork," he said.

"Don't call me a dork!" I said, frowning.

"Don't call me a dork!" He mocked me in a high pitched voice.

I didn't know what to say. I was speechless.

"Hey, do you have anyone as a partner for Art?" he asked, smirking.

I looked down, because in truth I was a loser with no friends.

"Well if not, be mine." he suggested.

"There's no way I would ever do that," I said.

"We are the only two people without a partner. Do this or don't do the project."

"I won't do the project," I said stubbornly.

"It's twenty percent of your grade," he says.

"Fine!" I said. And I turned around and walked a few steps, before turning back around and calling to him, "you better do your half of the work or else I will fail you!"

He smirked. "Whatever you say, princess."