Dear You,

        I first saw you during the second week of freshman year, you were new and you had everyone's attention. You also had mine. I guess now it sounds like a pathetic crush for superficial reasons but it's the exact opposite. I like you for many reasons but superficiality, one of them are these little moments where I'd see you doing something so selfless and unbelievable that I just can't help but admire.

        I never expected the attention everyone gave my letter, I meant it as a private letter for a girl I found special but it somehow ended up in the wrong hands of a guy whose name started with the letter E. Yes, it's for you if you can understand that, I'm hoping you will since apparently, you're the only one who didn't think my letter was just another article to be published. And if you do understand it but still publish this, that's okay. I'll keep writing to you, I'll keep telling you reasons why I like you and who knows, maybe one day you'll find out who I am and maybe you'll like me. If not, I'll think of something else to prove you that I can be the guy you like.

        Sincerely, your Stranger.

        "Wow. As it turns out my girlfriend can help you out much more than I can." Aaron said, shaking his head with a smile as he read the latest issue of the school paper. "But dude it's so freaking ridiculous to think you actually wrote this!"

        I rolled my eyes and tugged the paper out of his hands. That's why I don't openly talk to him about my passion in writing, although what I did was not much of writing, per say. "Shut up about it already, somebody might hear."

        Early Monday morning, an increased number of fangirls lined up in front of the publication office waiting for clarification.

        Who was E?

        Who didn't want it to be published?

        Who was it for?

        It felt like a teen drama, I felt so pathetic.

        Anyway, when I got to homeroom, Rachel snickered at me and turned to the front, waiting for the report. I remembered her text earlier just as I was about to get inside the school.

        'I said clues only she would know.'

        What can I say? I wanted that Eric guy to know it wasn't his place to decide whether to publish it or not.. although It wasn't my place to slip a letter underneath the door of a publication office and not expect them to publish it.

        I sat way at the back and half-listened to announcements as I wondered how Bobbi's reacting to the whole thing. She still had it published, I wondered who prompted her to. Was it Eric? Or was it everybody else in the publication?

        Biology's the only class I had with her and I kept hoping for a random partnering since we're into the early weeks of school, groupings and stuff usually happens during these weeks, and I had my fingers crossed to be her partner.

        We did get partners today. Unfortunately, we were a random partner apart. Right after she got paired with Ricky Riley - a school asshole, no less, my name was called next and I was paired with Devon Schmidt, the girl who's been stalking me for a long time.

        Just unfortunate.

        "I know what you did." Devon whispered awkwardly to me as she took her official seat next to me.

        I looked at her and realized she was occupying my personal space and moved away. "Um, I don't know what you're talking about."

        She smiled creepily at me and nodded. "Your secret's safe with me." she gave me a wink that I think was supposed to be seductive but appeared as a seriously disturbing gesture.

        "I honestly don't have any idea -" I stopped myself from talking because she was eyeing my lips like candy. It was the creepiest thing!

        I faced the front and tried my best to ignore the fact that Devon was still staring at me. In all honesty, she wasn't all that bad.. sure she's pretty weird but she was seriously smart and if she tried to fix herself once in awhile, she might even be drop dead gorgeous.

        But still, she's not my type. My type was on the table next to ours and Ricky Riley was flirting with her.

        The rest of the class was torture and as much as I wanted to ask for another partner as soon as the bell rang, I knew I wouldn't. Because I wasn't that guy, I wasn't like Aaron who'd do just about anything to get things according to how he wants it. I didn't have his guts.

        "True or false, you got a weirdo lab partner?" Aaron asked, shaking me right after I step foot out of our classroom. "I saw it from the window."

        He was laughing at me.

        "What's it to you, stalker?" I teased as I slapped his hand off my shoulder in slight annoyance because I am just so unlucky.

        "I just wanted to inform you that try-outs starts in half an hour. Better get ready, it's gonna be fun!" He said cheerfully, shaking me with enthusiasm.

        "I'm not even in the football team or in any team, for that matter." I told him.

        I would've been open to joining a sport, not necessarily football because any sport would do as long as it wasn't too complicated but my mom insisted that I steer clear from anything that can harm me.

        It does annoy me that the things I'm allowed to do are very limited and it urges me more to do just the opposite of the things I'm not allowed to do but then I remember my parents that day when I finally got my sight, they were so happy and you can see the relief in their eyes that I just couldn't blame either of them for being so protective.

       Which is why I decided that all sports suck. I decided not to pay attention to it and claim that it's nothing I'll regret. It works most of the time.

        "Yeah, but don't you wanna watch pathetic people try out for a spot they can't fill?" He asked in total amusement. I'll admit, Aaron is kind of an asshole from time to time.

        "No, I honestly don't. But it's not like I got a choice, I'm your designated driver since you're not allowed to drive your car, remember?"

        Aaron loved getting on people's nerves, he was like that since we were kids and it just doubled every year that he grows up. He most especially loved getting on his parents nerves and when he's pissed, he'd get back at them by breaking things. He'd say he does it because all they care about is money and he loved watching them waste it.

           Kind of scary but I did get how he felt, his parents have always been too hard on him and there's not much a teenager could do to get back at their billionaire parents.

        "Ah yes, my loyal best friend doing me favors." He smiled at me. "Which is why I'm gonna do you one too." Aaron had always considered me his brother, as do I, but sometimes I worry for him. Yes, his parents were kind of assholes but only kind of and that meant he shouldn't consoder me as his only family. Which he often tells me I am.

        I rolled my eyes knowing exactly what he meant. "Aaron, leave the guy alone." I told him sternly.

        "What guy?"

        "You know who I meant. "

        He shrugged. "Fine I'm gonna give him a fair shot." But there was something in his smile that told me he's lying.

        The guy looked out for me too much.

        I've known Aaron since we moved to town when I was seven. They were a few blocks away from where I lived but it turns out our parents knew each other. Anyway since we were on the "good side of town", that meant formal dinners, parties and everything else along the sort. I met Aaron at one of those.

        A few weeks after we settled in, my parents instantly fell into place in town, it wasn't even hard for them to adjust, they were naturally born for the life of the rich.

        The first event I attended was held at Aaron's house, he was as annoyed about it as I was from what I can tell with my parent's stories. He hated formal parties even though he wouldn't have had any trouble fitting in with the elite kids. (if there's such thing as those.) As for me, I didn't just have trouble fitting in, I couldn't. At all.

        I couldn't understand the point of it all and yet Aaron agreed with me. The little boy who'd grow up to be my best friend dragged me out of that party and took me to the rooftop of their house. He knew I was blind and he was careful with helping me up the stairs and we ended up talking about loads of stuff that night.

        It took hours before they found us and Aaron got the worse of it, my parents were more relieved that I was fine than mad. Of course being the party host's son, he got into huge trouble. In the end, it didn't matter.. I found my best friend that night and he didn't even have a problem with my situation.

        I sat on the bleachers next to Rachel when I got to the football field, she was reading a book about genius people in the twentieth century, I didn't catch the exact title but I knew it's another one of those books that fascinates her.

        "Hiya." I said, glancing at the page she's reading, it looked too serious for my liking. "Now there are two people in the crowd that doesn't understand football."

        She looked up to me and grinned. "Yeah, there are. How's your love life going?"

         I shrugged. "I don't know, I'd have to get one."

        She smiled and rolled her eyes. "You just have to gain the courage that all girls want."

        "Easy for you to say, you girls don't have to ask anybody out.. we take all the rejections, not you."

        "Hey we take crap from guys all the time, I don't see you using that in any arguments." She retorted.

        That shut me up. I wasn't really intending to start an argument on how hard a girl or a guy has it, I was just saying that what I'm doing is hard because I kinda already know I'm gonna be rejected. I mean, Bobbi's too amazing to even like me.

        "You know this whole thing you're doing?" Rachel said, closing her book and suddenly interested in a conversation. "You gotta step it up a notch if you actually want to get somewhere."

        I looked at her questioningly. "How do you mean?"

        "You know, actually talking to her." She said, matter-of-factly with a teasing tone. "You're gonna run out of things to write eventually if you keep things this way."

        "I don't want her to notice me right now." I said in panic, it would be pretty scary to have her notice me.

        I mean Bobbi and I knew each other since we occasionally had classes together but we ran in different crowds that she probably wouldn't give me that much notice.

        "Well then you're naïve to think that she'll fall in love with you without actually personally getting to know you. This is not one of your love stories, this is your actual life and nobody's gonna fall for you if you don't get out there and risk your heart."

        I frowned. She's right of course.

        I just can't phantom the idea of actually talking to Bobbi, just even thinking of it makes me want to puke and die right here on the bleachers. That's how scary it feels.

        She probably noticed the internal struggle I was going through just by the thought of starting a conversation with Bobbi and she looked at me like she didn't know if she should laugh or pity me.

        "I'll give you a tip. You like writing, go join the school newspaper. She's there, you're there, you guys talk.. boom, fall for each other." She said it in a way that feels like she's talking to a five-year-old and I actually wanted to laugh at that but she sort of had a point.

        Join the school publication, that's a decent idea. I can go for it. But still, having her that close to me? I mean, I'd have to talk to her then and It's unlikely that I'd manage to get a word out.

        Aaron did give the Eric guy a chance, the guy got accepted to the team.. sort of. If he's not first line then he's one of the 'bitches' so I don't really see any good thing about that.

        I sighed. There's not much I can do to control Aaron's mind.

         "You gonna ride with us?" I asked Rach as we waited for Aaron to get out of the locker room.

        She looked at me as if I were stupid. "Are you serious? You suck at driving."

        I shrugged. "I like the way I drive."

        And as I sat on the bleachers and waited for my best friend, I was already imagining tomorrow when I plan on joining the publication.

        I've never thought of it before and It isn't even my idea but damn, It felt like a good idea.