letters

the fourth

thursday - 6:48 p.m.

i was shuffling through my locker today picking out books for the subjects after lunch. when i shut it a boy was right beside me smiling.

it was nick.

he invited me to party at his house tomorrow night. when i said the usual (you know, the "it's not my thing" excuse) he said that i hadn't been out in awhile.

he was right.

he told me he'd make sure that i wouldn't get left alone looking like a loser, so i finally gave in.

but here's the best part-

you came.

you walked up to my locker and whispered something into nick's ear-i couldn't hear it. you looked at me with a straight face and left.

i didn't feel like going to the party anymore after that.

why do you have to ruin everything?

i hate you.

Aide

p.s.

nick just called me and convinced me to come to the party. i guess i'll see you there.

haha, fuck.