Dear James Fisher, I am writing to you today to tell you that I am in love with your eyes. Sincerely—
I try to grab the letter away from Tony as he reads it out loud to all of our wrestling mates, who are gathered around him like we're at a campfire. We were in the boys change room, a place where all the gossip shit happens and today it looks like I lie victim. I'm ready to sucker punch each and every one of them, especially Tony, my best mate, who's instigating this reckoning for the girl who probably never even wrote me this letter. Tony doesn't let up and continues reading.
"Sincerely—mate, would you give me a bloody minute?" Tony shoots daggers at me when I almost succeed at grabbing the letter before dramatically continuing. "Sincerely, your crush... Clairette."
The boys start slapping my shoulder and hitting my behind with their towels as if I won the lottery. Every other lad is either half-dressed, trying to get out of this disgusting place, or taking showers, cleaning out lockers, or gathered around Tony, who wants to be the centre of attention in just a towel that's dangerously falling off his body.
"Tony, I don't wanna see your dick mate." I say fuming, turning around to walk away from the situation.
"Claire seems like a sweet girl, lad. You should ask her out on a date!" Tony sweeps past the boys and grabs me in a bromance hold around the neck. I try my best not to let my urge to elbow the shit out of his ribs take place in this nasty place of room. We pass by Brett, who scratches his ass and smells his fingers. I wanted to gag.
"You know she didn't really write that. It had to be Kendra starting up some shit." Patrick, red head and a head taller than both me and Tony's six foot figure, closes his locker and joins us for the short walk to Tony's locker.
"Well, Kendra is a natural at being a cunt, so it wouldn't surprise me," Tony absentmindedly says whilst opening his locker and getting out his school uniform that's neatly folded.
"Well, that 'cunt' is my girlfriend and I don't think Kendra would do that. She's a—"
"She's what, mate?" Patrick folds his arms, waiting for me to defend her. Something I always find myself doing.
"She has some history with... not being understood. Once you understand her 'cuntness,' she's less of a cunt." I say scratching my arm. Tony drops his sock and I pick it up, hand it to him. He grabs it out of my hand eyeing me with a familiar disapproving stare.
"Whatever, mate. If that's the kind of tea you like don't say I told you so when shit hits the fan." Tony grunts out, putting on his socks.
Lunch comes fast because I had wrestling practice at 7 am and usually finish at 8:10 am. As I walk through the hallway, a familiar scent hits my nostrils, causing me to close my eyes. It's intoxicatingly beautiful, but I dread the person who wears it. Kendra McClain. My devil girlfriend. I think Tony is right about her being a true cunt.
"So, a mute girl is out of the blue writing love letters to the captain of the lacrosse team, how cute." she taunts before slithering herself underneath my arms.
"I don't think it's real. Even if it is, It's none of my business," I answer dryly, not even looking at her. She is truly a demon when she's ready. A demon in disguise of a beautiful, skinny, dark-brown-haired girl with the bluest eyes. She's in her uniform, the skirt short and way above her knees as usual.
She grabs my hand thats around her neck and brings it down to make me touch her ass. I smile to that, grabbing it...hard.
"OW James!" She yelps, glaring at me. We stop walking.
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Dear, James Fisher
Teen FictionJames Fisher begins to feel obligated to protect Claire after discovering her dark burden through a series of letters sent to him.
