Dearest, Heartbreaker.

|| fourth letter back ||

Dearest,

girl.

now I feel bad.

(that was sarcasm).

okay, maybe I do feel bad.

Slightly.

you were probably crying

when you wrote that letter...

I didn't mean to make you cry,

or for you to get Tyler as a rebound.

now there's a story for

the grand kids, huh?

anyways, remember when

I told you to come

and talk to me in person?

Scratch that, now.

there's no need.

I already know who you are.

It took me awhile,

I'm not going to lie

and to be honest

I was waiting for you

to give me more details

about yourself,

but because of your last letter

I thought it would

be more appropriate

if I just came out and

said I knew your name already.

Violet.

you do have a pretty name,

it reminds me of a field filled with flowers.

as gay as that sounds.

I still can't believe

you were my stalker, Violet.

my money was on Alexis,

God knows she's weird as fück

but now that I think about it,

it's a relief I didn't have sex with her.

she'll probably be

even more clingy than you are.

Sorry?

I guess what I'm trying to say is that

it's a relief you're actually good looking

but it's a shame that I don't

remember that night.

A shame, really.

as for my friend Tyler and you,

I'm not a big fan of that pairing.

Tyler is like a brother to me

and I doubt he likes sloppy seconds.

Ouch, that must've hurt.

but it's the truth...

you see, Violet,

If I so much as tell him you

were my stalker, chances are that

he won't talk to you ever again.

Oh, no, whatever will you do.

but I won't say anything,

It'll be pure, raw, and juicy entertainment

if he finds out and I'll be ready.

-Ryder.

(P.S give me a heads up though so I can get the popcorn ready in time.)