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Chapter 1 : The Anonymous Love Letter

Amelia sighed knowing that it was true. He did look out for her and it was only she who harbored a long-time crush on him. He never reciprocated her feelings and treated her as a kid which only angered her further.

He was very caring and protective of her before when she used to tag along with Caleb and him. He insisted she call her "Jay", and he even helped her with her homework, but it all changed on her thirteenth birthday. Tristan became, aloof, and rude, ignoring her like she didn't exist, and avoided talking to her. She didn't know what went wrong, although she had a secret crush on him, still, she gave him his space and avoided him. He started his playboy ways, dating girls randomly, and changing girlfriends every week, much to her disappointment. It broke her heart and finally, she gave up all hopes and started to move on from him, concentrating more on her studies instead.

Amelia knew he would never look her way, he was way beyond her league, and Caleb would kill her if she voiced her feelings. She became a recluse with only Nicky being her best friend and her studies to fall back on. Life had been easier that way and she had almost started coming to terms with her situation when Tristan started bothering her.

"So, did lover boy send his love?" Tristan asked gesturing towards the envelope that she hid in her backpack. It was enough to bring her out of her reverie and her eyes popped out. How did he know about the letter?

"I have my ways baby doll," he whispered in her ear, his lips lightly skimming her soft, creamy skin sending a shiver down her spine. Wait, did she say that aloud? How did he read her mind? It sure was creepy. She pushed him and started to leave for her first class which was English creative writing, but he caught her wrist.

"Won't you read it?" he asked with a smirk.

"It's none of your business," she snapped trying to free her hand from his grip.

He chuckled and suddenly left her and she ran to her class, seething in anger. What did he think of himself? Arrogant jerk!

After ignoring her for three long years, finally, on her sixteenth birthday, Tristan decided to start teasing her, flirting with her, and disturbing her. Strangely this had been going on for the last six months and she was clueless as to what was going on!

She walked into Mrs. Wiggins' English class and sat on the front seat, her usual place, ready to submit her homework. Nicky rushed in at the last minute and sat down beside her.

"Sorry, I'm late, mom's gone for an emergency delivery and I forgot to set my alarm," she said breathless from running. "Did you finish the homework?" she asked.

"Yeah, and you?" Amelia asked curiously. She was a grade A student and always completed her assignments on time, unlike Nicky who had many friends to hang out with. Her life wasn't a sob story like Amelia's. Her mom was a Gynecologist and hardly had time to stay at home and Nicky took advantage of her situation.

"Yeah, somehow, thanks to Google," Nicky stated with a giggle but Amelia didn't ask her what she was up to this time. She felt jealous of her friend and wished her life would be similar to hers.

Mrs. Wiggins walked in and asked for the homework. After submitting, everyone settled down for the English Creative Writing class. Although physically present in the class, Amelia's mind was far away as all she could think of was the anonymous love letter lying in her backpack.

Amelia's spent the entire morning rushing from class to class and the library in between. She did not get time to open her letter and read, although she wanted to, very badly. By lunchtime, when Nicky had to visit the administrative office, Amelia rushed to the cafeteria to read her letter in peace. Due to the inter-school basketball match to be held after school, the whole cafeteria was empty with only a few students scattered here and there.

She took her chicken sandwich and orange juice and sat in a corner. Opening her backpack, she took out the envelope containing the letter. Of course, she knew what it contained. It was the same every time but with a different soul-stirring write-up. Smiling at the pale blue paper sprayed with a citrus and woody cologne, Amelia smelled it and read,

My Amelia,

The eyes are a reflection of one's soul. I love it when our eyes meet, even if it's only for a second because it allows me to look into your soul. So pure, so innocent, so beautiful.

I love your eyes. I love your soul. Waiting for the next time you look into my eyes. Hopefully, you can see my soul, my love for you shining within.

Your Anonymous Love.

She closed her eyes, and a goofy smile lit up her face thinking about who this anonymous person might be. She was unable to come up with anything but a strange sense of being watched made the hair at the nape of her neck stand up. She opened her eyes, only to find Tristan sitting two tables away, facing her, staring at her intensely with an expression she couldn't decipher. Feeling her eyes on him, his expression quickly changed to the usual teasing one, and he winked at her, with his signature smirk pasted on his lips. Amelia panicked and quickly kept the letter inside her backpack. She wondered just how much he had seen and blushed profusely even thinking about it. It was way too embarrassing and there was only one way to deal with him. She ignored him and started eating her lunch but could feel his gaze upon her all the time. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him chuckling as he quirked an eyebrow at her, knowingly. She looked away, embarrassed at being caught while discreetly looking at him. How embarrassing could it get?

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