How we broke

Letter 30

Dear Nate,

This 'dear' thing is so cliche. So I'll just be myself.

Hey Nate,

So let me start off with the day, once again, February 2nd, 2013. You walked in after the bell rang. Always the late one, you. Mr. Mitchell directed you to the seat in front of me, scolding you about your tardiness. I giggled as silent as possible and you turned sideways, giving me a small pout. 

I didn't think you would grow on me as much as you did, but I have to say you looked pretty adorable. At the time I just thought you were funny.

Nate, are you reading fast? You told me a last year how fast you are at reading. Don't disappoint me.

Mr. Mitchell began his lesson and asked us all to sign a petition stating that we had our parents consent to join this club. You turned around giving me a worried face and said;

"I didn't ask my mom. She wouldn't let me sign up even if I wanted to." It was the first time I heard you talk. You made the first step towards our relationship, Nate.

"That's... I guess you might as well sign it." I told you. I made the connection.

"I was hoping you'd say that," You said, giving me a wink. You flirted first.

"What's your name?" I asked. And I began the communication.

"Nate,"

"That's it? Just Nate? Not that there's anything wrong with Nate it's just that-"

"Nathan," You said cutting me off. You gave me a boyish grin, showing off your dimples. Luckily, at the time I thought you were a nerd with the stereotypical clothing you wore (including the glasses), tousled hair, little specks across your face (probably birth marks), so I didn't think you would do any harm. Every-time I met a new guy back then, I thought about me and him in a relationship. Would it work? Or would we fail miserably? I was thinking number 1.

I gasped, and reached forward touching your face lightly. Your eyes widened, but I chose to ignore your reaction. "You have dimples." I stated simply. Your shoulders relaxed, and you smiled warmly. 

"Yes I do," I could see you blushing, so I moved my hand away.

I signed the petition mindlessly, as we chatted about random things. I remember when I showed you my dimples and forced you to touch them. Your face was practically a tomato when you finally touched my face, and I was full out laughing. Mr. Mitchell was mad about my disruptive laughing, but I didn't care. I had just made a new friend.

I didn't talk to you again until our next meeting, which was the following Monday. We caught up on life and exchanged Instant Messaging names. We agreed neither of us gave away our phone numbers easily. I paid attention to the rest of the class. Nearing the end, the red-headed girl in the front raised her hand and said;

"Mr. Mitchell, what was that petition for? I asked my mom and she said that that wasn't anything she had to sign-"

"Asia, let's not worry about that. I insure you whatever it's for is 100% completely totally safe." He began sweating. His acting skills were absolutely horrible. 'Asia' stared at him funnily and the rest of us were scared. The whole class went eerily silent and Mr. Mitchell cursed out loud. 

What did we all sign?

Love,

Aria