Letters to a Nobody by Soccerluv4 . (best classic literature txt) 📕

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Carter felt like he just got sucker punched in the stomach. He wanted to coil over and die at that moment.

Watching her cry was horrible, but to see her so embarrassed, to see her resolve break was too much for him.

How could one measly kiss turn so much upside down?

‘Those bastards were gonna pay for making fun of her,’ he thought silently, seething at them cower away from the librarian, sneaking one last glance at Sammy.

He wanted to get up from his hiding spot at the end of a bookshelf, but before he could, he saw Sammy gather her things abruptly.

She stuffed all her stuff into her backpack and shut it close. Swinging it over her back, she grabbed her phone off the table and headed out.

Scrambling to his feet, Carter did the same, hoping to catch up to her. He saw her leave the library through the main doors, and quickly ran to catch up to her.

The hallway was empty, except for a retreating figure in the distance. Carter picked up his pace and was now running after her.

It seemed that she heard someone behind her, and stopped suddenly, turning around.

Carter connected eyes with her, his stomach clenching when he saw the pain in her eyes. Slowing to a stop before her, he grabbed her arm.

“Sammy,” he breathed, catching his breath.

“Let go of me Carter,” she bit out, her teeth clenched.

He let go of her abruptly, but quickly ran in front of her as she tried to walk away.

“No wait please, hear me out,” he begged, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Stop messing around Carter. I don’t have time to deal with your fucking mood swings, much less you,” she hissed, her eyes blazed with anger.

Carter stepped back, feeling like he was slapped across the face with those words. He was shocked to see the once shy girl before him more furious than ever.

“Do one thing for me Carter, and stay the hell away from me, got it? I don’t, and I won’t ever hear you out or forgive you, so save your breath. I have better things to do with my time than get caught in your bullshit of stupid high school drama, especially if it means never having to see you.” Her harsh retort followed with a quick sidestep around him, her shoulder knocking against his as she walked away from him.

Carter just stood there, not bothering to turn around and run after her. He’d made a hell of a mess and it was his job to fix it before he did any more damage.

When he’d set out to uncover her secret and figure out why she messed his relationship up, he never meant to hurt her. He just wanted answers and to make her realize what kind of shit she put him through. It felt like years ago when he’d made it his personal mission to take her down. Now, it felt like such a waste of time. He and Lizzy were never a great couple anyway, and they were bound to break up, with S.’s help or not, but it was easier to blame it on someone.

Carter walked over to a row of lockers and slid down them. He sat down and clutched his head in his hands.

His brain flashed back to Sammy crying in the library. She didn’t deserve this. Nobody deserved this. He felt like the biggest piece of shit on earth. Seeing her cry made him sick to the stomach. If one thing was for certain, making a woman cry was the worst thing you could do. His mother had taught him to be a gentleman, and somehow he even screwed that up.

How did he make such a mess of things?

He lifted his head and stared down the hallway where she’d left.

One thing was for sure. He was going to fix this and that was a promise he wouldn’t break.

Dear S.,

I’ve recently been seeing this amazing guy. He’s been the sweetest thing, always making sure I’m okay, surprising me with little gifts, listening to me, you name it. He’s the definition of a perfect boyfriend. There’s just one problem. He’s not in the same “social circle” as me. I know it sounds so ridiculous, but I’m afraid of what people might think of our relationship. We’ve kept our relationship a secret so far, just because I’m afraid my friends will think badly of me, and that people will think I’m betraying them. He’s not as “popular” as me I guess, but I don’t care. He’s the best guy I’ve ever dated and I’m really tired of hiding my relationship. I told a friend recently about this and she advised me not to tell, or it’ll ruin my reputation. Before I could decide, I wanted your opinion. Do you think I should tell and risk the talk? I really like him, and he means a lot to me. I just don’t know what to do and could really use your advice.

Sincerely,

Social Butterfly

I wanted to laugh. How ironic that with my situation going on, this was the first letter I opened to view?

I sighed, and opened my laptop. Pushing my feelings aside, I began typing a response to her letter. What I really wanted to tell this girl was she was stringing this poor boy along and he didn’t deserve it, but then again, I was biased. I saved what I’d written so far. I’d have to get back to it when I wasn’t so tense about the stupid Carter situation.

I heard a ping on my cell phone and grabbed it off my nightstand. I glanced down at it to see a text from Fay.

We’re going out tonight. Don’t ask any questions. Wear something hot and I’ll come pick you up at 7. Be ready by then.

I stared at the screen, confused as ever. Not once in my years of friendship with this girl have I ever heard her talk, much less text me like that. I knew something was up, I just had no idea what.

Okay. But be ready to explain everything when you get here.

I replied, satisfied. Maybe she was planning a girl’s night with just the two of us? But why the need to be dressed up?

Instead of confusing myself with all these questions, I decided to just pick an outfit, get some work done, and then worry about everything when Fay got here.

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Picking out a stylish outfit, I slipped on the last earring before I heard my phone go off again.

I grabbed it and saw a text from Fay. She was already downstairs, waiting for me in my driveway.

I looked back at my outfit quickly in the mirror and grabbed a small purse.

Rushing down the stairs, I said a quick bye to my parents before heading out the door.

“Wow, sexy,” Fay commented when I slipped into the backseat. When I’d reached the car, I saw her new boyfriend Bryan was driving and Fay was next to him. So I guess the girl’s night plan was out of the question.

“Thanks,” I laughed at Fay, “but where are we going? You promised to answer my questions when you got here.”

“Relax Sammy, we’re just going to a party. It’s a small one, a friend of Bryan’s is hosting it and I thought you could use a little fun tonight,” she replied, pulling out a tube of lipstick and applying it.

I looked down at my outfit, hoping I was dressed for the occasion. I’d worn a flowy blue top over a black skirt and paired it with my favorite black leather jacket and a pair of gold gladiator sandals. My makeup and hair were pretty simple, but decent enough.

I opened my purse and quickly swiped on a bit of extra lip gloss and checked my hair in the pocket mirror.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea Fay? I mean, my reputation hasn’t been that great lately,” I asked her.

“That’s why I want you to go out. Have fun and act like nothing happened. If you don’t, people will feed off of this for days, maybe weeks. You need to show everyone you’re over it so they can move on too. Besides, this was Bryan’s idea and I thought it was great!” She replied, snuggling into Bryan’s side. He slipped a hand into hers and I felt a pang of envy.

“Yeah sorry to hijack you like this Sammy, but what Carter did to you was horrible. I thought the least I could do was help a friend out,” he said to me.

“Thanks Bryan, really, but I don’t know about this,” I murmured, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten as we approached a mansion sized house. Music was thumping loudly and people were walking inside in hordes.

“Please Sammy, loosen up tonight. You deserve it okay? Forget that asshole Carter and have a little fun,” Fay said to me as she stepped out of the car.

I followed suit and got out, feeling my already tightened stomach start doing summersaults as we got closer to the front door of the place. I told myself to relax, to have a little fun, and stepped inside.

The inside was a complete mess. Girls and guys lined the hallways, making out, talking, and flirting. There were beer cans and solo cups littering the place. The smell of alcohol was strong, and the air was sticky with hot humidity.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks! You guys wait here!” Bryan shouted over the music, and left us by the stairs.

“I don’t know if this was such a good idea,” I yell into Fay’s ear, looking around nervously. Was this my first ever party? No. Was this my first ever party after public humiliation? Yes.

I was afraid of being around all these people after what they saw between Carter and I. Even worse was the chance of bumping into Carter himself. He was obviously going to be here, and the thought of accidentally seeing him made my palms sweat.

“Sam, come on, have a little fun! You need to get your mind off of that douchebag anyway,” she chuckled, grabbing my hand.

“Wow Fay, you’ve changed,” I smirked, laughing slightly, “where did my best friend go?”

She gave me a sheepish grin and glanced over at Bryan who was pushing his way through a crowd with 3 solo cups in his hands.

“I don’t know Sammy. He’s…he’s amazing. I’ve always wanted to let loose a bit. You know, not be such a ‘stick up my ass’ kinda girl? He’s really helped me get out of my shell,” she answered, giving me a coy smile.

“Which is exactly what I want for you! Please Sammy, god knows you deserve it after the hell week you’ve been through!” Fay frowned, lightly bumping me on the shoulder with her own.

Before I could answer, Bryan finally reached us and handed us our drinks. I sipped mine cautiously and surveyed the room once again. We’d inched our way closer to the large living room where everyone was dancing and drinking. So far, no sign of Carter, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

“We’re gonna go dance! Wanna come with?” Fay shouted over the music, pointing towards the crowd.

“Nah, I’ll stay here for a bit. Maybe later,” I answered quickly. I was