Dearest, Heartbreaker.

||fourteenth letter back||

Dearest,

Violet.

I've noticed we never say hi.

That's like our thing,

I wonder if when we talk

we will say hi?

I know I will.

Speaking of which,

you didn't answer

to my last letter.

And with what happened

today in school,

I'm getting this vibe

that makes me feel

like you're mad at me.

Now,

I can be pretty darn oblivious sometimes

but my guesses are that

you're definitely mad.

And it's because I didn't want to

talk to you, huh?

Not in school

and definitely not in person.

Which brings me back to

what happened today in school...

I know you may say that

you don't really care about it

but let me tell you my side of the story.

I had just gotten out of third period

and after a long hour of History

I was more than ready to just

talk with the guys,

stare at you from afar,

and eat my food like a wild animal.

But that didn't happen.

Why?

Because you were sitting at our table.

I didn't mind that.

Having you near me

would be my everything,

but I wasn't ready Violet.

The guys were behind me

following me through the cafeteria

and when they noticed

you where there they laughed and

told me to go and sit with them at another one

because the girl Tyler had

sex with was sitting there.

I wanted to fight them all.

But I couldn't because

you where looking at me.

Those mesmerizing brown eyes

where looking at me.

And I couldn't tell what

you were thinking,

but when you smiled at me

it was as if the whole world stopped

and it was just you and me.

I couldn't breathe,

my palms started to sweat,

and for some weird reason

my nose was itchy,

and my right eye started to twitch slightly.

I probably looked like a dumbass,

but I swear I heard the angels singing.

I tried to smile at you

but it didn't come out like

my normal smile or my smirk,

instead it came out

awkward looking and imperfect.

But you didn't seem to mind.

I decided right there

that I was going to talk to you,

I was going to sit down

in front of you and say

"Hi, Violet. You look beautiful today."

Not that you don't look beautiful

the rest of the days, you do.

But it would sound weird if I say that.

And I was very aware of my feet

hitting the cement as I walked

towards the table and towards you

but I don't know what it was.

Maybe your eyes,

your smile

or your hair

that made me walk past your table

and exit the cafeteria.

Now, when I exited

I couldn't think right,

I just walked straight

out of school and towards my car.

I ate my lunch in there alone

and that was enough

to make me realize that I am shit.

And I do have to talk

to you in person.

So before I

can talk myself out of it.

Let's meet tomorrow,

at the football field

near the 800 buildings.

Ditch second period

and meet me.

-Ryder.

(P.S I await your letter with your answer.)

(P.S.S Please don't make me wait long, I am impatient. And I'm not normally a chicken, but with matters that involve you I am....so please hurry before I can change my mind.)