Dear Wynn,

Remember the first time we met? I do. Of course I do. It was one of the best moments of my life.

It was ninth grade and I was convinced that I was in love with Tanner Mellok.

You know how ninth grade "love" works. We always think that they're the one.

They're not.

He went over to my table in the cafeteria one day. I was alone.

He mocked me, teased me in a way that should have hurt. But I was a stupid teenager, too obsessed to properly understand his words.

Every day, he did this. Went over to my little corner and teased me mercilessly. I craved his visits. Missed him when he was gone. I hate myself now for being like that.

And then I told him. Told him I loved him.

His reaction was cruel. He laughed at me. Heads turned to look, including yours

But I was not even sad when this happened.

I was enraged.

I grabbed my fork and lunged at him across the table. I was aiming for his eye. I only got his cheek, but it still left a substantial cut.

His laughter turned to shrieks and I was immediately sent to the office. I felt no remorse for my actions. He deserved that, and more.

But before the principal could expel me, you rushed in to save the day.

You told the principal that Tanner had bullied me for weeks, and that he had lured me into a sense of comfort and friendliness. The principal hung onto your every word. So did I. The way you spoke was mesmerising.

I was let off with a warning and I thanked you profusely afterwards, calling you my "beautiful angel sent from the heavens above".

We became friends and I always refrained from calling you beautiful again, as you hated it.

But really, anyone could see. Your beauty didn't deserve to be shot with the gun that ended your life.

All the love in the world,

Maia