Good Girls Love Bad Boys

Dear Dinger

After the interview, everyone seemed to lose interest in the television and went back to what they were doing before: studying, playing foosball, talking about what college boy they got with the previous weekend and which one they were going to get with this weekend. Some even left, seeing as though when the interview ended, they had no other reason to be in the lounge.

Racyne and April went back to their readings. Those two were quite the readers. Racyne had a TigerBeat magazine in her hand, and April had a Lifespan Development Textbook in her hand.

Vast difference, let me tell you.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 8:00pm. It was getting dark and I had a busy day of classes tomorrow, but I needed to talk to Kaela before heading to bed.

"I'm gonna go up to my room," I said to the girls. They nodded and went back to their reading. I took Kaela by the arm and dragged her down the corridor to my dorm room.

"Hey! Woah! Annie! Ow! Loosen your grip, would you?" Kaela gasped as she stumbled behind me until we got into my room.

My dorm was small. When you walked in the door, it was only a small twin bed to your right just ahead, and a desk, dresser, and closet to your left up ahead. There was bathroom on the left once you walked through the door and a window was situated in the middle of my bed and desk. My bed had a white comforter on it, with two purple pillows and a soft purple blanket at the foot of the bed. My desk was organized, textbooks lining up on the left, and my pencils and pens in a pencil holder to the right. My dresser had a few pictures on the top: one of Kaela and I, one of Racyne, April and I, and one of Rio and I.

I closed the door and Kaela sat on my bed. I began to rummage through my dresser drawers.

"I can walk, you know," Kaela scoffed as she crossed her arms, "What was that all about anyway? What are you doing?"

After a couple more seconds, I finally found the envelope that had my name written on it. My name written in Dinger's handwriting.

I grabbed it and sat down next to Kaela. I could feel her looking at me, but then her focus turned to the envelope in my hand.

"Kaela, I didn't tell you about this," I started. I took the letter out of the envelope and gave it to her to read.

She took it and began to read. As she read, her eyes had gotten bigger, as if with every sentence, it surprised her more.

"Dinger loved you? Annie, why didn't you tell me?! This is all you've ever wanted," She stopped quickly,"He was talking about you in the interview! It was you! You're the girl!" She exclaimed in realization.

I smiled. By Kaela reading the letter, it confirmed my thoughts about me being the girl Dinger was talking about.

I believe the letter was the only thing I had kept secret from my friends. I would tell my friends everything, even things I shouldn't. I was an open book. People would ask, and I would answer. I would look like a fool. Like telling Jordan about Dinger, though I didn't know about their past, or what I thought was their past. Or telling Joel about Dinger after that night at the party. Basically people I had just met, I would tell them my life story. If you asked, I'd answer truthfully. It was a blessing and a curse. But that letter was the only thing I had to myself. And although I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't the only one who knew about the letter, if anyone were to know about it, I'm glad it was Kaela.

"He left his address at the bottom," She was looking down at the letter, "Have you written to him yet?"

I shook my head,"No. I never got around to it. Plus, I have no idea what to say. He told me he loved me, and then he left," I looked down.