Dear, Rose

Love Letters

I finally felt very comfortable being with them. I am not awkward with them anymore.

But these love letters are the ones making me awkward now. Most of them are from lower year students and some from higher years, I know because Blossom know them. She pointed the guys whenever We catch up to any of them. I don't entertain anyone yet.

I hate getting too much attention. Makes me feel uncomfortable. After class We went out for ice cream before We head home.

"So, Rose. Who is this very industrious young man who can use up his time to send you letters?" Dale opened up the topic.

"Um." Jessie cut me off before I could even say anything but umbrella, why Did they even have to ask?

"Okay, let's not let Ms. Beautiful over here finish naming all the guys in school." They all laughed along but it is so not true. It's so impossible. Maybe they were just sending letters welcoming me to their school or something.

I haven't got the time to read the other letters. I got to read letters which seem interesting like when they used scented papers or colored papers. They seem much more interesting to read.

The next day, I still got letters. They just let it slip through my locker. Okay, I'm gonna read all these later at home.

When I closed my locker I was surprised seeing this guy leaning on the other lockers and looking at me.

"Hey," I sheepishly greeted at him but he continued staring at me. Weird, I was about to leave when He got a grip of my arm.

"Wait, um don't leave. I'm Nicolas Avila." He extended his arm and I shook it and he did a boyish grin.

"Are you and freshman? I haven't seen you before." He continued staring at me and I'm starting to feel conscious of what I look like.

"I'm not. I'm a junior, I'm new here. how about you?" I just smiled at him, I wanna make friends here.

"I'm um a senior. Do you mind if I ask for your number? Maybe I'll text you some time." I agreed and I was about to take his phone and give my number but Hazel pulled me away. She didn't even bother excusing herself from Nicolas.

"Look, Rose. It's okay if you talk to seniors but don't just give away your number. It's like sleeping with a sadistic beast." It's the first time I've seen this side of Hazel. I've never seen any one of them mad.

Okaay, she's the boss.

What if He was a smoking hot guy with the perfect jaw line and beautifully carved abs? I couldn't say no to that even if they pull me towards hell. A man's jaw line is my weakness, especially if they're very delicious, metaphorically speaking.

There was this one guy I've had a crush on since I first transferred here. He's a senior, I haven't got a chance to ask who was it because they wouldn't answer my question, I know.

He has a gorgeous face, his blue eyes that looks like the ocean when you get to stare into his cold eyes. His lips as red as plum, his muscles that tones into every shirt He wears and most especially, the jaw line. It was perfection. I always thought guys like that are only in movies, and most of them are fake, but I saw one in real life.

I have always set my eyes into his hoping that one day, Maybe We could get to know each other someday.

Nicolas wasn't the only guy who asked for my number, there were also other guys. I want to ask Hazel why they drag me away everytime some guys asks for my number.

I actually don't mind if I give my number to them, I would appreciate my phone beeping for a text from time to time.

I was alone with Hazel while the others were ordering food, it was a typical lunch break at the cafeteria, nothing odd.