What I did was wrong and I get it. And if by some chance she reads this then, I'm sorry Summer. But why did you have to trust me? Why did you have to love me? Why did you have to tell me? You may thinks it's all your fault. But, regrettably,  I was behind it all along....

Tuesday 27th June-----

---It's Karle-----

I don't really know how she does this but I'll give it a try, she always writing to you so I guess this is important. My names Karle and right now Summer is- well..... Umm- that's the thing I don't really know where Summer is. The last I saw she was being carried, unconscious, to the stock room. But I checked this morning and she wasn't there. I never knew it was gonna go this far believe me! I still- I still- I still care for her.
So this isn't really going to be about my day today, I'm sorry if that's what you wanted but I'm not Summer. I'm not as great as Summer. Oh man I miss Summer.

She is the most beautiful girl, so kind and sweet. And I'm a dork. Yet, she loved me. And I betrayed her. But I didn't want to! It all started when I came to this school....

My first day was, well awkward as hell! If naturally being a loser wasn't bad enough, that day I had an outbreak of pimples on my forehead, a running nose and my voice was cracking like mad. I had even tried to look a little cooler by removing my glass, this was obviously a terrible idea and lead me straight into several walls bruising my nose. This was just me trying to make my way to the office!

I guess it was then I started to notice it, the pressure, the constant reminder of her, the blackmail and the guilt. I was sworn to secrecy, I wanted to tell Summer so bad but I was told that if I did she would be hurt. It didn't start like this however, it was just the gentle reminder from the lady in the office to go check out the girl in the cute hoodie in the beginning. So I went. Saw the elegant figure of perfection sitting so delicately on her chair. My first thought was instantly, 'Karle man, she's pretty she ain't interested in you, trust me I'm your gut'. But I was never one to follow my instincts and so I just introduced myself from there. I gazed at her trying to focus but I felt overwhelmed, she had everything figured out and she knew it. Her makeup was done to perfection, her hair curled and her smile was so enchanting I even let out my goony smirk. Trying to hide it slightly however so she wasn't completely repulsed by me.

Then, as you know we got together. I felt intoxicated by her, I was obviously going to say yes! I seemed to have loved her before I knew. Yet, I doubt she felt the same way, I think she thought I was too clingy or attached, that my little gestures of love were 'too much'. But it didn't matter to them...

Before she told me what I know today, someone else ruined the surprise. Remember on Thursday when I went down to the library and just happened to stumble across Summer in an old picture, yeah well that was all set up. The Wednesday, I had been summoned to the vice principles office. It was then when I noticed the professors power over me, she knew I cared for Summer and so she tried to break me, break Summer, break us. She threatened me, glaring down, making me swear I would never date, or tell Summer what I knew. That I would have to make her tell me before I could discuss it. I wanted so badly to hug her when she told me that day about her sister, comfort her aching heart, just whisper those words 'everything will be alright'. But I couldn't.

I was breaking inside, my foundations were giving way. I wasn't built to be a liar. I wasn't built to be cruel. I wasn't built to hurt Summer. But it was what happened next that ruined me the most.

She was getting to close to the truth about her life and the vice principle knew it, after-all it was only a matter of time. I was dragged out of my lecture by the teacher barging her way through the double doors demanding I see her at once. I wish I had never gone. My heart sank when I saw her, I felt a part of me being torn away from Summer, it was painful and slow.

I passed my beauty once again in the halls, her angelic smile lifting me up as I was yanked into the damp, corroding room. She must think I'm such an idiot being called in by this teacher. She's laughing at me, laughing at the fact I have no one. No one but her. Reality hit me back hard as my mind stopped wandering interrupted by the woman towering over me.

"The girl. I warned you about her. She is corrupt, deceiving, she is dangerous. Trust me I am here to help, I am one like you. Do you believe me?" She scorned, her face tilted down her eyebrows lifted. I wouldn't trust her for all the tea in China, but I still cared for Summer and I was not going to let her get hurt. So I raised my head up, looked her straight in the eye and said : "I believe you". She instantly relaxed, then her hands clenched and her voice deepened.

"Find out what she knows about the photos. Take her to the lockers. I want to talk to her myself"

Yep, that's why we ended up at the locker. I didn't intend on Summer running from Mrs. Huim, honestly she didn't have anything to do with this. But it worked. And I tightly gripped Summer's arm pulling her gently to our destination. I think she may have thought I was doing it to help her, oh poor Summer....

And then, well you know what happened. I never knew it would lead to it though. That she would do it like that. But as I slid slowly down the back of the wall, hitting against ground, as I was instructed to do. I saw her, the fear in her eyes as she tried to fight the 'attacker' off. Struggling helplessly, breathing heavily her body twitching with her distress. I watched as her body fell, her knees smashing against the tiled floor. I watched as she tried forcefully to cry out for help. I watched as her limbs became limp and she lost control. I watched as her eyes peacefully rolled back and her body relaxed. You can help her I thought to myself. You can be the man. You can save your girl.

But I did nothing. I just stayed there. Waiting, waiting for her fragile body to be dragged into the stock room. Hoping she would never know what I did.

I would like to think she would forgive me if she knew. I would like to think she would still care about me, even after it all. I would like to think she could still be a friend.... Cause I want to see you tomorrow Summer.

More than anything. I want to see you.