Her Last Letter

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Kyle

I was a goner.

She had me hypnotized and under her spell.

This wasn't just any simple apology. It's turned into something a whole lot more complicated. 

And it involved my heart. 

I should be pleased. She's in love with me, and I'm in love with her. My feelings weren't one-sided. 

Or I should be disappointed because I fell in love at such a young age and couldn't continue my player ways. 

The second reason wasn't the answer. But neither was the first one.

I groaned, running my hand through my hair and then down my face. I pinched the bridge of my nose. I wanted to chase after her really bad, though my mind was telling me that it wouldn't be so easy. 

I loved challenges, though this was heading to a completely unfamiliar path.

Pacing endlessly in my bedroom wasn't going to solve anything either. 

Cursing, I fell back against my bed. As my gaze rested on the cellphone located two feet away, I had the sudden urge to call Luke, force him to give me Evelyn's number, call Evelyn, force her to give me Sophia's number, and call Sophia. It was way past midnight and I couldn't sleep, at all. Sophia's been on my mind for hours and I was dying to see her again. I had to hear her voice. It calmed down the reckless and anxious side of me. She would make this distance between us more bearable. 

To my frustration, she was the one who created the distance in the first place.

That didn't stop me from trying. I wasn't the type to give up. I didn't become the captain of the basketball team by luck. 

In a way, chasing after Sophia was like another game for me. Only it's a competition that's worth so much more. 

And I plan on winning. 

Evelyn helped me by informing me of the basic information. Small, but very important details. She was in the same school. She was sixteen, a grade below me. I didn't have to spend time driving somewhere else. I was thankful; I couldn't wait any longer if she belonged to another town. 

Unfortunately, because of the age difference, she had more than enough opportunities to avoid me throughout the day like last night.

Why did she run off? Wasn't she glad to meet me? She was the one who wanted me to notice her after all. And I'm happy that we did. 

She was perfect, so perfect. I've never felt the same way for any girl and while this scared the life out of me, I never realized how much joy one person could bring. 

If she can affect me this way with just her looks, then her personality must be incredible. 

Of course, it should be. She's the definition of absolute perfection in my eyes. 

Luke mentioned how she was single. My heart leaped in my chest. Good. If she had a boyfriend, then I would be left in a complicated and torturous sitation.

Luckily, she doesn't have a boyfriend. It makes it easier for me to win her over. I've won over her heart unintentionally, though it doesn't mean she'll be willing to date me. Two years. She's seen the way I play with girls in the past few years. I hint of panic rised. She won't think I'll do the same to her, right? She should have seen how I reacted so differently to her. Like I was drawn to her. Which I was. That was a clear clue, right? Except, all my exes thought they would actually mean something to me and I always went along with it only to ditch them at the end...