𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 {𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚}

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏

you walk out of the classroom exhausted. 'finally weekend' you think. "y/n, your bag's still open." gabbie tells you when you try to walk through the busy halls of your school. you and gabbie find a place where it's not so busy, and you want to close your bag, until you see a letter from someone falling out of it. it's written in a neat handwriting that you don't recognize. the person wrote:
dear y/n,
i know that letters are kinda old,
you laugh. 'i like this person', you think after only reading the first sentence.
but i want to tell you that i have a huge crush on you, since the moment we met.
'so apparently, i met him', you think. gabbie tries to look at the paper, but you won't give her a chance, and you turn around immediately.
i'm only scared that you don't love me, so that's why i keep my identity a secret.
your sincerely, unknown
"what is it?" gabbie asks. you decide to respons with "nothing", because you know that gabbie loves relationships. especially when you are in one. she always spends way too much time on it.
'who could this be from. we met once, so i have to know this person. what if it's corbyn! he is my best friend, but i'm not in love with him. would he get mad at me? no, it's not corbyn, that's not his handwriting', you think. while you're walking home, you keep thinking of the letter. 'who could it be from?'