4 years, 6 months, 2 days

Chapter 2- The games that play us

A letter. John wrote me a letter. A letter saying he likes me. Why? Why me? Thinking someone is beautiful isn't good enough reason to write them a letter saying you like them. Do I like him? I'm 18 years old, I like pretty much every handsome guy on Earth. This letter doesn't mean anything. 

I folded it and put it into a black box under my bed. Far from sight, far from heart. This is after all my senior year in high school and I need to get a grip in order to do this right. In order to make my life as I want it.

"Mom" I yelled.

No one answered. She didn't come home at all for what? Two days? She was never home. I actually can't remember what it's like to have a mother. I often hear all those stories about happy families and I can't help to wonder. What did I do wrong? Is it my fault? Why am I not entitled to have a happy family? Is there an unwritten law stating who gets happy families and who doesn't? Why am I on the other list?

I sighed and sat down. Maybe I should write John a letter, maybe I could pretend I'm writing him a letter. I took a piece of paper and a pencil. I like pencils. They give you the opportunity to give a part of you, to transfer a part of your soul onto the paper. Yes, I'll write to him.

06. September 2008.

John,

I must admit you caught me off guard with your letter and I need to say the feeling is mutual. I mean, it doesn't mean I like you because I don't. It means I agree you annoy me and I annoy you. And yes, I am offended easily and yes, I am stubborn. But I like me that way. If you don't feel free to avoid me. Has anyone ever told you how arrogant you are? Or confident? Or irritating for that matter? Well, you are. Anyway, us getting to know each other better is not a good idea. It's the worst idea I've ever heard actually. You will only find out I'm not the person you thought I was and I will learn the other side of you, the playboy side of you and I don't want that. I don't need another player in my life. I wish you all the best in finding another victim and have a happy life.

                                                                                                         Leny

There. That wasn't so hard. It was kind of fun actually. I smiled and put the letter into an envelope. I just need to find a way to send it. I'll go to Night, maybe he's preforming there any time soon and someone could give him the letter for me. Yes, I'll do that. I took my jacket and headed to Night. I found the waiter having a nervous breakdown over the coffee machine.

"You piece of shit" he swore hitting the poor machine.

"Umm, hello" I said quietly.

"How can I help you?" he asked looking at me.

"Do you know a guy named John? Everyone calls him Johnny, he played here yesterday" I said biting my lip.

I just realized I wrote a letter to a complete stranger. I don't even know his last name.

"Oh, yes! Johnny, I know him, why?" he asked lifting an eyebrow.

"Will he be coming here any time soon?" I asked trying not to seem completely crazy.

"He's coming here today actually, to get the money for the gig, why?" he asked suspiciously.

"Could you give him this?" I asked taking out an blue envelope.

He wrinkled his eyebrows and didn't answer.

"Are you one of those crazy girls chasing him? I'm sick and tired of being his mailman" he said shaking his head.

"No, I'm not, I assure you" I said staring at him.

"Okay, I'll give it to him when I see him" he said taking the envelope.

I nodded and left. This is it, I'll never see John again. And I didn't see him the next ten days. 

Wednesday 16. September 2008.

I had classes in the morning. Everything was going well until I got out of the school. Marni was babbling about some movie she watched with Matt last night.

"And, just as he gave up on her she appeared and told him she.. Shit!" she yelled and hit me on the shoulder.

"Shit, Marni, you just had to do that?" I asked tapping the hurting area.

"Look!" she grabbed my head and turned it to the fence. John was casually leaned on the fence, smoking. He had black jeans torn on the knees and a black shirt. Leather jacket was next to him. He had nerdy sunglasses on and he was sexy, I admit it.

"I can't handle him right now, I have to escape" I squealed.

Too late. He noticed me and took off his sunglasses. Okay, here goes nothing. I walked past him and he stopped me by standing in my way.

"I got your letter" he said coldly.

"Good" I said trying to pass him by.

"Wait" he grabbed my hand.

"I'm in a hurry" I said tapping my watch on the wrist.

"You better call you'll be late because we need to talk" he said seriously.

"No, we don't actually" I said smiling.

"Yes, we do" he grabbed my hand and shoved me in his car.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled.

"Calm down, you'll get us both killed" he hissed.

"Let me go!" I yelled.

"If you promise you'll hear me out" he said moving away.

I nodded and he opened the door. I got out and he shoved his hands in pockets.

"Talk" I said walking slowly.

"You wrote I'll find out you're not the person I thought you were if I get to know you" he said looking down.

I nodded.

"What if I take the risk? I won't blame you if you disappoint me in any way. No expectations what so ever. Just two strangers trying to get to know each other" he said lifting his head.

"I don't do that, you need to sweep me off my feet" I said frowning.

"Oh" he said wrinkling his eyebrows.

"Game on" he said smiling.

I lifted my eyebrow.

"You won't know what hit you" he winked and I laughed.

"I honestly doubt that" I said waving my hand.

"First date, 19., Saturday, I have a gig, you can come if you want, when I finish I'm taking you somewhere" he said mysteriously.

I nodded.

"Game on, John" I smiled.

"Don't call me John, please, only my mother calls me John, call me Johnny, everyone calls me Johnny" he said smirking.

"Okay, Johnny, bye" I said and ran into my building.

He just stood there in shock. So, the game began, no rules no boundaries and no regrets. Who knows how it will end? Who will stay and will be left of them. Bring it on, Johnny boy.

Next morning I got up and went to check the mail. Another letter from him.

16. September 2008.

Leny,

I hope you'll regret the names you called me after Saturday. I want you to realize I'm not your enemy, I'm not trying to hurt you or play with you. Actually, I would like to play with you but not in that way. I don't like many people. Before you go out with me, I need to warn you, I'm really persistent and not ready to give up, okay? I won't give up. I think you underestimated yourself because despite you thinking you're not eligible for me, I think you're perfect. In every point of view. I hope I'll change your mind and you'll give me a chance to prove I'm honest. Looking forward to Saturday. The gig starts at 8 p.m. I expect you there because I have a surprise for you. First of many.

                                                                                                            Johnny