letters to you

meeting you for the first time-sober.

this is the last chapter guys omfg, brace yourself.
ps sorry the spacing is messed up because of the new update. it matters a bit in this chapter but i mean you'll still be able to read it fine.
and i hope the picture of what's written on my wrist to the side gives you some hope ;) (sorry it looks weird, i had to take a picture of the picture on a different phone omg)

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meeting you for the first time-sober.

lane.

my hands were sweaty.
god, that is the exact opposite thing i need right now.
a beer would be fucking fantastic right about now.

the only thing cementing me to this pavement and now running to someone like nicolia or laura or anyone other than the one girl i actually have feelings for, it that i know aspen got my letter.

the reason i know that, is because she nearly ran from history as soon as the bell sounded, asked the teacher to leave a few minutes early in spanish, and skipping physics and lunch all together.
and whenever our eyes locked, they darted away.
she was avoiding me.
and i wasn't going to let her do it a second longer.

i knew her last class was art, and classroom where my english class was right next to the small building she was in.

our highschool is too damn big for it's own good.

it wasn't that big, but the art and musics were in a seperate, small closed off building.

i also knew she walked home, and brought her stuff to art so she wouldn't have to stop at her locker before she leaves.

now i'm turning into the creep.

i'd snuck out of my english class early, which wasn't hard since mrs. david was fond of me, and even if she saw me leave, she'd let it pass.

i saw her hair before i saw anything else.

it was windy like it was when i caught sight of her spring yellow sundress fly up and got a peek at her candy pink panties.

fuck.

her hair was whipping all over the place, including over her eyes.
she hasn't seen me yet,
and i plan to use that in my favor.

i approached her.
honestly, i should've wore a cup and a face mask.
i knew if she was the same girl i've been writing,
not any part of me was safe right now.

but she was worth it.

"aspen."
i've never seen someone's head whip up so fast in my life.

or as harsh a glare as she sent me.

god that hurt,
i deserved it,
but fuck if my heart didn't stop beating for a second.

"get away from me lane."
her glassy green eyes were narrowed to slits.
her nose had crinkles in the middle and even her red mouth was pinched into a heart shape.
damn, i was right,
she is cute when she's angry.

i wanted to laugh, but i feared the safety of my manhood if i did that,
so i stayed silent.

i had a speech i was going to say.
i had a plan.
key word being had.

fuck it.

"you can't tell me what to do sweetheart," i said, my oh so familiar lazy smirk forming on my lips.
fires erupted in her eyes.
shit.

"don't fucking call me that lane warner," she snapped, her pearly white teeth mashing together.
"you have no right."
i had the urge to ask if she had braces.
i just wanted to know everything about her.
i just wanted to hear her talk.