"kill me now."
hey,
You know that heart clenching feeling when you know you screwed up so badly, to the point of no return? Although I may not have known it at the time, to the person that scratched the paint off locker #3... I owe you.
I just wanted to say that i love you.
I woke up early. I did my make up. I had all my homework done. I held the pristine white in my hands. I felt good.
Today would be the day I confess to Grace Hollows. She is what most people would describe as the entitled head cheerleader from your cliche love story. I must have been drunk on the thought of being with her. But, not drunk enough to hand the letter face to face. Two months ago, she broke up with her boyfriend, Clark Hall. I spent months writing this letter, even before they broke up. Just waiting a single opportunity to speak my heart.
I don't believe in love at first sight. I love you for the way you smile.
Everything was supposed to go exactly as planned. I knew Grace's schedule by heart. I prided myself in that because it wasn't easy being a sophomore and crushing on the most sought-after girl in the school. I did it at seventh period before lunch.
does she even like girls?
I would slip the note in her locker, #2, and run away so fast they would think i'm on the track team.
I love you for the brush your hair out of your face. I love you for the way that you laugh. I love you for every single freckle on your face. I love how you never let anyone push you around.
"Did you hear about the new transfer student that came like last week?" whispered the boy to his friend.
"Yeah, I heard that she got expelled from her previous school for beating up the wide receiver," said who I could only assume was his friend.
"But, I heard her family's loaded and got away with it, and that they escaped Los Angeles to here in New York." he responded.
.
"Wow, she sounds like an entitled jerk, but how would someone like that beat up a wide receiver?" I thought, even though I felt the guilt of judging someone off of gossip.
Anyway, "I hope Grace likes me back," I thought dreamily. So dreamily that I didn't even realize I absentmindedly slipped the letter in locker #3, which was empty at the time.
As I continued daydreaming about what was to come next, I didn't even realize I bumped into someone. Except, it felt like bumping into a wall, so much so that I was the only one who fell. I was not expecting the soothing voice of genuine concern as I looked up to, what I still see to this day, an angel on earth.
"Sorry," she stated to me as she slipped her short chestnut brown hair behind her hair, whilst helping me up, as swiftly whisked herself away.
It was so quick that all I could do is stand and stare at the hand that helped me up.
please love me back.
