Twenty Love Letters

Chapter One

I jumped up out of bed ready to see what today brings me. I walk to my curtain, opening it wide. The morning ray hitting the edge of my bed. I had a horrible headache as I got dressed, ate a bagel and ran to the classroom I was late for. 

This happened every day the same way. I've been in college for two years. This was my second. My guy best friend Matthew was seated in my seat. 

"Good morning to you, sleepy head." He looked my body up and down, clicking his tongue. "Rough night? Finally?" He grinned with the pencil in his mouth. 

Matthew wasn't like any boy. He had rough edges, not just his personality, no. More like his blonde hair was stiff. He had a little bit of acne on his face, and he was growing a light beard. He was gorgeous though. His sense of style was prince like, and his smile was contagious, always easy to make me laugh. I never got any butterflies from him. I've been at this college long enough to know Matthew. He was different. 

"Hah, jokes on you, I don't have sex." I smirked while running a finger through a piece of my brunette hair that was a little crispy. Probably from the juice I spilt on myself earlier. 

The professor was running late, even though we technically still had five minutes before the class bell rung. 

"Oh, come on, April. You know one day you'll find the love of your life and get a little something. No sex life is just bland. Of course, I'd never know." He played it off with a dramatic hand flip to his forehead. Foreshadow. Love it. Another reason that he's my best friend. He is a drama geek. He's a girls type of woman. He's had ten dates within the year. And its only September. 

"Thanks, prince charming." I shook my head just as the professor walked in looking like a sopping wet mouse. Although, he was one hell of a hot wet mouse. 

"Sorry I'm late. The rain decided to start to pour." He picked up napkins from his drawer near his desk. He was perfect. Unlike Matthew, he had dirty blonde, on the spectrum between brown and blonde. He looked like a God. But just as majestic as he looked, he was wifed up. That was okay though. 

"Pst-" I turn to the left to see Conner poking me with his end of his eraser. "Did you do the assignment for this week's lesson plans?" 

Of course. Always the ones who never listen in class. Conner on the other hand was more of a partier. He stayed up drinking. Comes to school extremely late. Like thirty minutes left of class. And how he flirts with any moving female. He was like every other boy. 

Instead of saying I did I just dug through my bag and threw a packet at him. I watched as he nodded grinning. "Want to-" 

"You've asked four times this week and wait. It's only Tuesday." I huffed leaning forward. 

"That's a no, isn't it?" He shrugged and went to copying my work. 

"Always." He was always trying to take me to dinner. I just didn't like that. I felt my pocket buzz. I ignored it and went straight to work on journaling. I had joined a journalism class to study newspaper, writing and mysteries. I grew up on Teenage Mutant Turtles. It's where my mother got my name. 

"Alright, class. Next week I want the assessment studied twice. And just this week will I grade your essays by Friday. Have all ten pages given to me."

It was the end of class and Matthew decided to eat lunch with me. We were at Chester's Burger's. So original. I sat down on a bar stool. While Matthew started twirling around in his. The rain hitting the glass window. The dog on the window looked sad to be here. 

"I have news." He said shaking his phone. "A new bar downtown is opening and that is not even the best part. They're hiring!" He wiggled his eyebrows. The waitress came with our orders.

"No. For one, I don't drink. And two I've never been to a bar." I sipped my chocolate milkshake. 

"Well, for one, you don't have to drink. And two that's good. It'd be your first. Like making a bucket list." He smirked. "We'll head down there this Saturday and see if they're still hiring. And if everyone in the world who needs a job is like you there should still be a spot open." 

I groaned before playfully kicking him in the sheen. "Ok jackass."

"So, you're agreeing to coming?" 

"Didn't agree." I continued sipping.

"You didn't disagree." He took a bite of his double cheeseburger.

"No, I didn't."