Letters to Reese

Chapter Four

⇒chapter four: boys suck
"why is it when they tell you about love you only hear about heartbreak"
©AuthorAllie 2016

O N E W E E K L A T E R
Not one call. Not one text. A glance was about all I got out of Reese. I'm still being ignored by Ashley and I feel like everyone hates me at this point. I feel like I'm slowly drowning. I keep hitting the bottom but I always seem to have air left. A Monday morning is the best thing to add to my pile of stress, but if I miss I don't get vacation.

Stepping into the building makes me cringe as I see Reese standing with his ex. They're laughing together and I can't help but want to curl up in a ball and cry. They do a handshake and then pause as their hands intertwine. They stare into each others' eyes and I walk past slowly. Reese's focus drifts toward me. He walks up to me.

"Hey Mya." He says.

"Reese leave me alone." I say with my head down.

"Why?" He asks.

"Go kiss your little girlfriend over there Reese. And by the way thanks for not showing up to dinner two nights ago and for not even answering one text. That's smooth, but do whatever makes you sleep better at night." I snarl at him as I go to my locker.

I take out my books for the day, and begin to make my way to English. The whole time I can't process thought. I'm filled with bubbling anger that won't seem to simmer. My head is spinning, and I can't even tell what our teacher is saying. I just doodle on my notebook until the bell rings for me to go to second period. I somehow manage to keep to myself, and ignore Reese. I'm not usually one to get angry easily, and trust me, I know what I had with Reese was only a few texting conversations and a small apology dinner....but for some reason it feels like it was years worth of love poured down the drain.

I shouldn't be too mad though...just for the fact that even though I saw us as something, he may not have. I may be blowing the situation way out of proportion, but when you're a girl who's never been in love before, you don't know how to handle yourself. Second period is once again filled with dumb thoughts, doodles, and a few math equations solved here and there. That's when a lightbulb flicks on. I smile so widely that I'd probably scare anyone looking at me. I begin to write a letter to none other than slushy boy himself.

Why is this such a great idea? Well my friend that's because he's not the only one who can use a fake name that hints at the person he really is. I know you're probably also wondering why I'm doing such a thing...no it's not for revenge. It's to teach him lessons, and hopefully he'll end up missing me. I don't expect for him to run back to me, and be in love, but I do know he won't know what to do with his himself. So Reese, you're not the only one who can play with someone's feelings, and hurt their brain until they feel like they're about to blow up into billions of pieces. I can do it too.

I won't use my name...or a name like skater girl. Instead, I'll drop hints that will remind him of me. Like talking about the slushy incident in a way where he'll think that the letter could be hinting at it, but at the same time it's so subtle that maybe he's just overthinking the context. That's what I'm desperately craving. It's what I need, and it's most definitely what I'll get.

Dear Reese,
You know me...but I will never reveal my identity. I want you to think about where you are with relationships right now. Have you hurt anyone recently? Have you possibly even thought to yourself "wow where did I go wrong?"....no? Well trust me you will. This is not blackmail, I swear to your pretty face, but it is a lesson for you. Just remember even the juiciest of green apples turn bad in the end.
Love,
Cupid

Once I felt confident in my writing I decided to fold up the piece of paper and decorate it with different shapes. The last step to my equation is to deliver the mail. Of course it would be too risky to slip it in his locker between periods. I also could never get away with sneaking into school tonight, so asking to go to the bathroom will have to do. I place my hand high in the air, and ask for my freedom. I escape the math class and make my way to Reese's locker.

I slip the letter inside carefully, and make sure to return to my class quickly before the third period bell rings. Once it does, I make sure to watch Reese very carefully. Of course, Lyla is attached to his hip gushing over him with amazement...as if he was a freaking God. Once he gets to his locker she leaves a lingering kiss on his soft cheeks which makes him blush. I'd never seen that much color appear on his face, and it drew me into a ball of anger and disappointment that I never made him feel like she did.

He picks up the letter I left him, and looks at the designs with confusion. He peels back the folded strips and begins to read the letter. I walk behind him slowly, and manage to hear him mutter something under his breath.

"Cupid huh?" As he put the letter into his pocket.

It wasn't a confused question that he mumbled...it was more of a pondering thought that was going to keep him thinking. That's exactly what I was aiming for...a cliffhanger like in a novel.

Keep pondering what Cupid's telling you Reese.

I promise he won't disappoint.
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