Unintentional

Amy POV

On my way to school, I have enough time to think. I can think of no one else but that bitch, Rhonda. It must be her. I remember her smirk that day. I remember Chuck warning me that same day. Maybe, she saw what I did.

I'm in a funk all morning, not saying much to anyone. Each time Rhonda passes by, she has this stupid look on her face. She must feel so powerful having me in a bind like this. I won't give her the satisfaction she wants. I won't approach her and ask for any favors from her.

It is all just a bet to me anyway, right? I just wanted to prove to myself that I could charm Alyssa, right? I should be feeling good in this moment. I have accomplished what I set out to do.

I truly wish that I could feel all these things I'm feeding myself. The truth is, it's not about me charming her anymore. I care...I really do. Is this my fate for all that I have done to females in the past? Could this be karma? The very person that I fall for is the very one I can't have? I now understand why they say Karma is a bitch.

Chuck approaches me after our final class of the day.

"Want to talk now?"

I nod my head in the direction of the hallway. I want to walk home, and talk to him. I fill him in on everything. I tell him about Alyssa and I. I tell him the current situation we are in. He seems shocked by it all. It seems he never believed it is how he thought it was. He says he has noticed my behaviour towards Alyssa, but never thought that it was reciprocated. Never thought it was mutual. I confided in him because I really need someone to talk to. If not for advice, then just for the sake of venting.

We go to the nearby court, and we play ball. My performance is anything but good. I don't really care at this point. I have a lot on my mind, and it is affecting my mood. I keep thinking of Alyssa. Will I really not see her anymore? Is this it? I so want to be over it all. Truth is, I feel lost. I feel lonely. All these feelings I'm experiencing for the very first time.

We make our way to our respective homes. As I step on my property, I can't help but notice something white in the already fading daylight. I pick it up. An envelope. Great! It's probably another reminder about staying away from Alyssa. 

I go straight to the shower, come back out, and crawl into my bed. I kept tossing and turning for a few minutes, not able to sleep. My mind just won't shut down, thinking of what I can possibly do. Where do I turn from here? Everything is total confusion.

I turn on my side and catch sight of the envelope I had put on my bedside table. I might as well humor myself one more time. I pick it up and look it over. The only word that is on it is "Amy". There is no address, so this had to have been dropped off personally.

I open and read a short note.

We need to talk.

Accompanied by a phone number. I can't help but notice this is a completely different handwriting from the letter Alyssa showed me. Don't tell me there is more than one. I don't even know if I want to call this number. I'm already not seeing Alyssa. She made that perfectly clear. I put it away and try to sleep.