You know when you liked
someone from the very start,
rejected the love letter you sent,
and feel like a couple of bricks crushed on you? Trust me,
I have experienced that already.
I have an undeniable crush on
Christopher 'Chris' Hamilton
ever since I was a high school
freshman. Who wouldn't even
adore him? He's got good looks,
high grades in school, a school debate team leader, and
his vast wealth, considering
that he belonged to a rich and
influential family.
Well, damn. How come guys like
Chris have to be rich?
The years of my freshman year
of me being a lovesick fifteen-year-old hoping that one day
Chris would acknowledge my
presence, that I'm not invisible;
that he could see me as someone
who would actually harbor
romantic feelings for him.
Now I'm being cheesy that it makes any of you want to vomit easily.
In sophomore year, I planned to
take action: I would confess my feelings indirectly to Chris
using a love letter. Yes, a sappy
love letter.
I wrote my love letter to Chris
secretly behind my teacher's
back during my third period
class. I didn't bother listening
to the class discussion, since
I'm not interested in U.S. History
anyway.
When my third period class
ended, I slipped a pink envelope
through the slot of Chris's locker
(because I'm a stalker, I fairly
know where his locker is.)
Then lunch period came in fast,
and I sat at my usual table with
my dear friend Louise. I met
Louise when I was still a
freshman. Probably we have
a lot of things in common that
we became instant friends.
Louise knows that I'm crazy
about Chris.
"I sent Chris a love letter," I told
her, trying my best to look calm
and not to excited in front
of her.
"You...what?" Now she looked
utterly surprised. Now, why
wouldn't she be surprised,
anyway. It took time to process
that kind of information inside
her brain. She spoke, "Hailey,
why did you do that? You
know that love letters are so
old-fashioned nowadays."
"Who cares?" I shrugged. I ate
my favorite pasta. "I can't do a
face-to-face love confession."
"Still, you should've done something better than that," she
said.
A couple of tables away, from
the far end of the busy cafeteria, was where Chris sat with his buddies from the senior class.
Since Chris was that popular, he
had that tons of friends. He's
friendly, and that's one of his
traits that I simply adore so
much.
"Hailey!" Louise practically slammed the table with her
fist, making me jolt upright
from my seat in surprise.
"Aren't you even listening?"
"Listening? What? Was I missing something?"
Then Louise's eyes were as wide
as saucers. "Oh, my gosh! Hailey
you need to see that!" Louise pointed with her finger to the direction of Chris's table.
My eyes darted back to Chris's.
Even though they're far off, I can
still see Chris and his friends
clearly. I saw Chris, my pink
envelope in hand, and read
the letter that was inside.
His buddies were goofing off
with one another. I heard
them tease him, "Read it aloud,
bro! We want to know what's
written."
My cheeks were warm when I saw Chris now reading the love
letter I sent him. I was indeed
expectant of what his reaction
may be. Surprise? Humiliation?
I bet it's neither of them.
I mouthed to Louise when I turned to her, "OMG! He's
had my love letter I sent him!"
My friend definitely ships me
with Chris, and she said that
me and Chris are her ultimate
OTP (One True Pairing.)
I turned back to Chris, now his
face a bit flushed, and--I clearly
wasn't expecting this--shrugged
it off like it's no big deal and
crumpled my letter into a ball along with the envelope and threw it to the opposite direction. His buddies
responded with "Oh, man! That
was harsh!" And they laughed
like it's the end of time.
So that was it. That was it, then.
My feelings for him were nothing but trash. So, that love letter meant nothing to him, then.
Good grief. Now I felt so stupid.
I felt my tears well up as I clenched my hands into fists
at the sides. I was so mad that
I couldn't even finish my lunch
or look straight into my best friend's eyes. I heard Louise
say softly, "I'm so sorry, Hailey."
"N-No," I stuttered, "It's okay,
really. I'm fine. It's not a big
deal anyway." My voice came
out hoarse and my knees wobbled as I tried to stand up
and cry my way to my next
class and forget about my half-eaten pasta.
"I better get going."
"Hailey." Louise tried to stop me
as she gripped tight on my arm,
"Maybe you should talk to Chris, I bet he would appreciate it
more if you'd confess to him
in person and not just a love
letter that you sent. Please?"
I directed my gaze to Louise's
pitiful puppy-dog eyes. But I
just forced myself out of
Louise's grip on me. "Louise,
I really have to go. I don't
want to be late for class."
"If you ever change your mind,"
Louise muttered and I can't
hear the rest of what she said.
I can't bear to be in the cafeteria any longer. I left Louise at our
table. My tears fall freely down
to my cheeks as I wiped them off with the back of my hand.
Is this what it really means to be
brokenhearted even though
you're not in a relationship
with someone?
That's it. I no longer have feelings for Chris Hamilton
anymore.
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Yay! Finally I've come up
with a new story. Hopefully,
I would update more chapters
as soon as I can. I'm very sleepy
now that it's 11:54 p.m.
I Do Hope you enjoy reading
chapter one! This may not
be a very exciting chapter, but
I promise that the other chapters would be interesting. This is
not very long, but at least I wrote something.
Anyways, leave suggestions if you can for my future chapters
to come! I would appreciate that.
I don't call you my readers, you're my motivators.
Is the story going smoothly so
far? I hope so.
This is getting long, but, oh well,
I just get carried away!
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WHERE THIS STORY'S GOING
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--THE AUTHOR ;-)☆♧♡♥
stay tuned: chapter two
