Letters to You // m.c

Prologue

He was hot, no doubt about it.

But you know who's not hot? Me.

I guess you could say I'm kind of hotter than Honey Boo Boo's mom, but that's irrelevant to the story.

But Jackson Sourington was making his way towards me!

I wish I had Laura here to do a five second check on me so without thinking, I did the most random thing ever and pulled a random person from the packed hall.

"Do a five second check on me please!" I spoke hurriedly.

The guy gave me a silent look with raised eyebrows. I've never seen him before, wonder where he came from.

"Just tell me if I look okay!"

"You look okay," he said in a mundane voice, he smirked at me then trotted away.

Wait, wait, wait, he had an accent, and that just adds to the 'How really attractive he looks' list.

He must've been new here!

He was... ho- Snap out of it! Your heart belongs to the gorgeous jock that will never notice you.

I suddenly started to feel bad for dragging him to me, enough of that, though I must focus on Plan: Get Jackson to notice you.

I breathed out air onto my palms to check if it didn't smell and quickly combed my fingers through my hair and turned around planting a sweet smile onto my face, just in time for a cup of some sort to come splattering on me (mostly on my face).

I heard tons of gasps and sniggers coming from the hall and my obvious fake smile still planted on my face.

"Oops, not sorry!" Of course it had to be her; Lindsey Jones.

She was popular, gorgeous, smart and well she ruled the school.

And she too had this huge thing for Jackson.

Guess like this is some competition between her and I.

Well bring it on Lindsey Jones.

I glanced around the hall and saw the guy from earlier, he was smirking at me still and I couldn't help but blush and turn away.

Damn you, attractive male species.

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I thought of ideas to get Jackson to notice me or at least make contact with me just a little.

Jesus, I sounded like an overly try hard stalker.

The only way I could tell Jackson how I felt was to send him a letter. A letter that he might post online and make millions out of it.

I'm not the bravest person on the planet, but sending letters to your crush is the only way I'll do it.

I guess you could say my new motto was: YOLO

Or is that too mainstream and old?

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Alright, I finished the horrible prologue but I had to get it out of the way so I can start the actual story,

I'll explain more about the story in the next chapter.

Sorry if it was a bad start and didn't sound good!!

I sure as hell will re-write this crap prologue.