Confessions Of A Letter

The letter...

THE LETER

Twelve. That's the number of girls who've confessed their love to him this term. How many have been successful though, you might ask? Zero.

Clenching my fist, I shake my head in an attempt to rid myself from the dull ringing sound in my ears. It's useless though. In my opinion, what I'm about to go through is scarier than being crashed by a plane.

It's a Tuesday afternoon, only unlike all the normal Tuesday afternoons there have been in my lifetime, this is the afternoon that I'm finally going to do it. I walk with shaky legs and wide eyes, my fingers clasped tightly onto the envelope concealing my letter. As crazy as it sounds, my classmates were all around me.

Chit-chatters were loud as they linger by their lockers. They are completely oblivious of what I am about to do. When I think about it, though even my best friends don't know that I've finally worked up the courage to not only approach Chase, but to actually give him the letter I've been working on since I can't remember.

Trying to dull my nerves, I force myself to think positive. Even though I know the possibility that Chase will go out with me is as small as a needle in a haystack, It's still possibility. Just thinking about the slightest chance makes my inside constrict, and the image of Chase bending down on one knee and confessing his undying love for me pops into my mind.

"I love you,Vievienne" he says, his deep green eyes gazing up at me amorously. "I have always loved you."

Staring down at where he kneels before me, my face stretches almost painfully as I beam from ear to ear, my cheeks flushing bright pink and my eyes glazing over.

"I love you too", I say through trembling lips as I speak the words I walk straight to an open locker door.

"OUCH!"

Rubbing my forehead with my free hand, I look up and glare at the open door.

"Watch it there", the boy whose locker it must belong to says, swinging the door shut, and giving me a strange, raised eyebrows sort of look.

"Sorry". I appologise, "I didn't see the umm... door". Frowning, I give an uncomfortable shrug before stepping to the side and continuing on. I cringe moments later as laughter erupts from behind me. No doubt that I've just entertained everyone by the hallway.

Blushing in an even deeper shade of pink, I try to compose myself, though I quickly forget about my embarrassing episode and whatever composure I've managed to gain as my eyes find him.

Chase Barrington.

He's leaning against a closed locker door, his back turned away from me as he talks casually to one of his friends. My first instinct was to hide-or to run in the opposite direction. Not today though. Today is the day after all. No backing out now.

I approached him slowly, however as I reach his turned back I simple stand in a stunned silence, unsure how to proceed. His friend sees me first, though instead of giving me some privacy, he leans down on Chase's shoulder and peers down at me, a grin playing on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you alright there? Miss?"

"I", I begin, "I uh, have. Chase?

Chase's back stiffens as I say his name, but after moments tense silence, he slowly turns to face me. As he does, the words I planned to say fly straight out of my head, and I just stand there staring up into his handsome face. His firm jaws were clenched tight, and his delicate lips are pursed suspiciously, as he looks down at me through his gorgeous green, green eyes.