First Letter.

He looked shocked, and I shouted unnaturally.

"I came to solve math! And I didn't… no I did not… did I?. Ah! I didn't see anything!" I said, and he laughed.

"You're crazy." he said, walking over to his wardrobe. He opened it, took out a black sleeveless top and I turned away, so he could dress in private.

I kept my eyes glued to my book, until he came around, and sat on his desk's chair facing me.

"Bring it here." he said, and I took the book to him, dropping it on his desk.

"Okay, so what's the problem?" He asked, looking at the book.

"It's Bearings and Distances, I managed to get the answer from a friend, but no matter how I work it out, my answer is always different."

"What's the answer supposed to be?"

"Well, A is supposed to be 35 km, B should be 70 km, and C should be 45 km but it's just not possible, no matter how I try."

"Okay, so do you know where the problem's coming from?"

"Nope."

"Okay hang on, I'll solve it then explain it to you, is that fine?" he asked, looking at me.

"Yeah… yes… it is."

He did some 5 minutes Mathemagic and voilà! He got the answers!

"Wait no! Like, how did you? Hang on… I don't get what this is doing here."

"That's why I said I'll explain."

"Okay, start."

"Don't your legs hurt? You've been standing since."

"Oh yeah, kind of." I said, and he stood up, dropped the note on the bed and went to get a blow-dryer.

He sat next to me and propped the note up on the wall, so we could both see… then he handed me the blow-dryer.

"Could you help me dry my hair while I explain?" He asked, and I watched as water trickled from his hair down his face.

"Okay." I said, collecting it from him, and turning it on.

"So, it says here that three towns A, B, and C are on…."

I watched as the blow-dryer blew his hair off his face.

All of a sudden, I imagined it was an Indian movie, he was my love at first sight and the wind was blowing his hair as I watched him from afar.

It looked so real that I let out a little chuckle, and he looked at me.

"Are you listening with your eyes? Because you seem to be staring at me instead of the book." he said.

"Me? No! I heard every single word you said… you were…"

"What was the last thing I said?"

DING DONG.

I turned off the blow-dryer.

" I… well, okay… you said… hang on…yeah, you said three towns A, B,C…you know I heard you." I said, smiling nervously.

"Okay that was more like the first thing I said, but go on."

"Uh…?"

"You weren't listening." he said with a brow raised.

"Okay fine, I lost focus, but can we put that aside for now? Math is boring… so tell me, have you corrected your mistakes?" I asked because I had actually been curious about how he intended to correct the Pamela mistake.

"Um, yeah, I did that, all the minor ones and one major one."

"Remember you didn't tell me the other big one."

"Yeah, and I'm still not telling you."

"What in the world is it?"

"Something… I'll tell you later, but you shouldn't tell Mera or Val."

"Why? Does it have to do with them?"

"It has to do with everybody."

"Just tell me!" I insisted.

"I'm shy." he said, trying to act like as though he were really shy.

I laughed.

"Okay, tell me when you're ready, so you solved the Pamela mistake?"

"Yeah." he said as he lay down, staring at the ceiling.

"Can I know how?" I asked and he looked at me.

"Broke up with her… Just imagine, even after buying a toothpaste and toothbrush for her, it didn't work."

"What? You bought her a toothpaste?"

"I told her I wanted us to use the same toothpaste, but it didn't work, and I didn't like her to begin with, so I just said I didn't think I deserved her.

"And no matter how much she pleaded and tried to convince me, I kept on saying the same thing.

"It drove her crazy. Well, do you think I deserve all of that?" He asked and I laughed.

"I think you deserve it." I said, and he looked at me like I was crazy, then he sat up.

"Why do you have such murderous thoughts of me deserving bad breath?"

"Its not murderous." I said, amazed at his adjective.

"If you inhale gas or toxic smoke, doesn't it damage your internal organs?" He said, and I laughed.

"There's no way her breath could be toxic."

"Of course it is, I'll find some time to introduce you to her, maybe you could experience it firsthand."

"Oh no, no, thank you." I said, and he laughed, I felt happy that I was being such a fun company.

"But that was harsh, really." I added.

"Imagine all the guys you know, tell me how you think they'd announce a break-up?"

"Um, will you tell me?"

"Tell me the guys you know that I know."

"Um Sam, Mike, Peter, and green… Freddie."

"Sam would probably say… 'I need a break, and you need one too…let's find new people.' and he would walk out, and undo everything he's ever done.

"Unfollow her Instagram, delete her number, block her social media, delete her pictures, and act like they never even met not to talk of the fact that they happened and were a thing."

"That's cruel."

"Just imagine that compared to me telling a girl I didn't think I deserved her."

I smiled.

"Okay, go on, what about Mike?"

"He'll probably say 'It's over.' and won't explain why, and just like that he'd never turn back even though he's hurting inside."

"Yeah, he's that kind of person." I admitted.

"And Peter… Oh, he's the devil, he won't break it to you that you guys have broken up, but even a 6-year-old is going to notice and everyone will ask 'why did you guys break up?' "

"How does he do that?"

"Won't accept late night calls, won't call frequently, won't bring lovely surprises, become so distant, ignore you, could see you in the hallway and pass you by.

"When you call, he'd just say 'oh hi' and then he'd leave, and it goes on like that until you break the relationship or until you forget that you ever had a relationship with him."

"That's harsh!"

"Yeah, it is, and Freddie, he'd just walk in with that cool swag, and while you're blushing he'd just say he lost the love for you or isn't interested.

"He could say he found another girl he wants to date who's a lot prettier, better, and he'd even joke about it, but when you become all emotional…

"He'll be colder, and might even raise his voice. Plus, he likes his break-ups better in public places, so the girl won't come back."

" That's brutal! Why are guys that way?"

"You shouldn't ask me when all your friends are playboys, you'd better know how to play their game…"

"Oh teach me please! But before that, how do YOU break up with a girl?"

He looked at me for a while that felt like forever, and then he said…

"If it's a girl I know I really liked… I'd probably write it in a letter, and when she comes around, I'll just get all dull and moody, and tell her to try to forget me."

"That's hard, you can't just tell a girl to forget you."

"I know… play boys are hard to forget because they've all got this lovely charm, that's why my advice to you is not to put all your eggs in one basket.

"Today, this guy might love you like there's nothing else he came to the world to do, and tomorrow another girl from nowhere might steal his heart without him knowing…

"So, my point is, don't love a guy with your everything, you can give your everything for the relationship, but not all of your love.

"Save it for another guy, and that guy would be the one to bring you back to your senses when you're out of it."

"Wow, that's advice I like, and I am going to keep it." I said.

" I'm glad you listen well, just gave you this piece from my heart." he said and winked.

"Aah!" I gave a little scream, and until now, I have no clue why I did that!

"What? What happened?"

"No, no, it's nothing."

"Don't tell me it's because…"

"Shush. Okay, you know… just don't voice it out, and tell me how to play the playboy game." I said with my hands on my eyes.

He laughed.

"You're hilarious." he said and laughed again.

"Okay, the first thing is not to give them what they want and that is control… don't give them that thought that they can control you.

"If you give it to me, I'll probably use it, make you fall blindly, and when I'm done, you're in the trash can, I don't go back to relationships baby."

"But you said…"

"If I loved a girl… that's when you see me writing a break-up letter about all the things I loved about her, and why I'm leaving her for a better man."

"Aww. That's romantic." I said, looking at him.

"It's not romantic, it's heartbreaking and painful."

"It's romantic to me, you know… a guy has never written a letter to me."

"What?"

"I know, but don't emphasize on it, please." I said, covering my face, and he chuckled. "So, I'm not going to give those play dogs...what's that? Yeah, control."

"Playdogs? Am I one too?"

"No, you're special, you're a play fox." I said, and he laughed.

" I think I like that." he said, and we both laughed.

<<<

The next morning, I dressed up in a short off-shoulder gown with pink and blue polka dots.

What I liked most about the gown was the fact that it was very free, so when I used a belt to hold it, it came out pretty.

"Hm, what shoes? Blue? Or Pink? Let's go with pink. And today, we're not going with a ponytail." I said to myself.

Last night, Chris and I discussed everything, and everybody, until it was midnight.

I felt like sleeping right there in his room, but I was too shy to ask, even though I knew he'd let me.

Val was watching the video of Adele's Hello, and was standing in front of the standing fan which was blowing her hair furiously as she sang along the sad, painful lyrics of Hello.

I joined in as it was, presently, my best song… I loved sentimental songs.

"Oh come on, Val, did somebody die?" Mera said from the kitchen, and Chris laughed.

"Her sister died." I heard him say, and she probably hit him on the head because she was used to doing that, and Chris also exclaimed.

Then they started to laugh.

I entered the kitchen, and saw Mera in a cropped pink hoodie, with matching pink joggers.

"Maybe I should have picked white sneakers?" I asked myself as I envied Mera's white sneakers.

She was putting red velvet cakes into brown lunch paper bags.

"Good morning guys." I said.

" Morning cutie." Mera replied.

"Oh, come over here, Pris." Chris said and led me to the other side of the kitchen.

"I baked my super delicious cupcakes, and I want to give you some because I think I baked too much.

"You know, I don't want Mera freaking out because she doesn't like seeing me bake, and I don't know why." he said and pushed a pink food box to me which I collected, and put hurriedly it in my bag.

"You should take some milk from the fridge, it tastes superb with it."

"Oh, okay" I said, and went to the fridge.

I took out the chilled milk and set off for school.

I got to school and sat down in class… no one else was there.

Either they were chilling outside, or they were still at home, or on the way, but anyway, I took the opportunity of the privacy, and practiced my dance steps, though I skipped the split because I didn't want to get myself dirty.

" 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, 6, 7, 8, we go, 9, 10, 11, 12, yay, 13, 14, 15, 16 and repeat." I said as I did the moves.

After the first 16 moves, we were to dance a freestyle where we'd all form a circle, and come out in threes to perform a dance.

Each three people were to create moves for their freestyle which they'd dance together, then go back, and we were also to perform some incredible acrobatics that I wondered if I'd ever be able to do.

We were to take our measurements today for the outfit we were supposed to wear for the Christmas send off, and as soon as I heard voices, I stopped.

I went back to my seat, innocently opening the pages of my Math note, and my eyes fell on the beautiful handwriting that lay there.

That was Chris' handwriting, it was legible and lovely, if a girl got a letter in this handwriting, it was going to add to the reasons why she'd fall for him.

Whitney, Yvonne, and Zenith came in talking and laughing, then they came over to my side.

"Hey, Pris." Zenith said.

"Hi there, how's it going with those moves?" Yvonne asked me.

" I'm getting better." I replied.

"My back aches from those moves. I think I need a doctor." Whitney said, putting her head on my lap as she sat next to me.

"No, you need a massage" I said, and started to massage her shoulders.

She laughed.

"It's tickling, but don't stop, oh, if only someone could massage my legs and fingers." she said looking at Yvonne and Zenith, and we all laughed.

"Your wish is my command." Yvonne said playfully.

"Zenith massages at your service." Zenith said, and started to massage her fingers, but I wouldn't call that massaging, I think I'll call it crushing.

"Ah! Zenith! And you also, Yvonne! Is that what you call a massaaaaaah!?" She screamed, and we all laughed.

After the first two classes through which Drake, and I had slept, (It was the subjects taken by the most boring teachers in the school.) we had a free period just before break.

"Please no one should go for dance practice, my body is sore." Whitney said.

"It's okay, I don't feel like dancing either." I said, went out of the class and dropped my bag in my locker.

I realized I felt hungry, so I took out the food box which contained Chris' cookies, then went out to the field, sat on a bench and opened the food box.

Then, I saw a white paper before I could open the real deal.

I took it, opened it and saw Chris's handwriting, the only handwriting that could match mine.

I was curious as to what it contained, and read.

*Dear Pris,

How are you doing? I bet you were hungry, and decided to eat, well, wait a little longer, and read my letter.

I bet you've got this dazed look on your face right now, as you're not expecting this (I looked up, I think yeah, I had a dazed expression on my face).

And I know that anyone would be able to see the red on your face by the time you're done with this letter. (Ah Jeez)

Just wanted to tell you that, you know, you've been a superb friend to everyone, and a special one too, and I bet you're wondering what makes you special to everyone, and to me.

And I also know, you know, there's something about the way you blush the whole time, I like it. And I also like the way you smile. (I could feel my face burning, and my lips trying not to smile)

And, the way you give that crazy weird laughter that makes everyone stop, and burst into fresh waves of laughter, I wonder how you do it.

Even the fact that you're overloaded with cuteness draws all the guys to you, there's cuteness in the way you blush, cuteness in the way you smile, cuteness in the way you react weirdly to completely normal flirting from a guy, and cuteness in the way you're so natural and naive.

Yeah, I know you're blushing now, that's a given. (I laughed, and yeah, I knew my face surely looked like I added some make-up on my cheeks.)

Well, there's good news since you seem to like bad boys. Those play dogs like innocenties like you, they tend to fall for your natural ways, naivety, and ability to make them feel too good.

Yeah, I know you probably want to feel like those slay queens who know how to deal with playboys, but it's okay.

You'll also know how to deal with them by continually slaying them with your beauty, innocent charm, bright smile, and lovely ways of eating. ( I laughed) (My eating manners were in no way considered lovely.)

Bad boys, no matter how bad they are, once in a while, are weak to girls who blindly trust, and depend on them for everything, makes them want to protect them, and their innocent personality, so it's okay.

As long as you don't try to change who you are, these bad boys will always lurk around, and stand up for you, just like Sam and Mike did.(I blushed)

Just keep that smile going, I know you're smiling, and I can see it.

Just don't change, be your pretty, forward, truthful and crazily cute self, just know you gat Chris behind you.

Blush away (and I blushed).

I hope I've been able to colour those cheeks in beautiful red, and

I hope your first letter from a guy, from this guy, blew your mind.

Love, Chris.*

<<<

Anyone who saw me would think I was going crazy…

I forced my lips together trying not to smile, but eventually I did, and I laughed at the craziness of it all.

Oh, I loved the letter, and I was going to keep it, for a long time.

Aaaaaaah!

This… this is amazing.

Thanks to Chris, I know how it feels when a girl receives a letter from a boy, it wasn't a love letter, but it was better than a love letter.

I have to find Chris!

Play dogs pave the way, Pris is coming for ya!