Dear Jordan,

It's the next weekend from the last letter I wrote, and you had just left from spending time at my house! It was amazing. Both my mother and her boyfriend were out for a dinner date, so you came over and we worked on our project together. You were so funny, kind, and amazing. 

When we were done you proposed to watch a movie. So we did, and half way through it you wrapped your arms around me and brought me to your chest. I was blushing like crazy. I felt so at home, the warmth of your chest was giving me hope that maybe something could happen. But, alas, it never will. 

You left minutes before they came home. I watched you drive away. I got sad, I wanted you to stay.

Dear Jordan,

Today, was not my day.

I sat next to the trash cans. The football players were chasing me around the school, trying to get a piece of me. They wanted to beat me up, wanted to "smother me;" that's what they said they wanted to do anyway. I got scared shitless, pissed myself a little bit. So I didn't sit with you because I didn't want to attract the wrong kind of attention to you, and didn't want them to go after you.

At science you asked why I didn't sit next to you, and I told you at I was sitting with my other friends. You asked who it was, I didn't tell you. You had a worried face on for the rest of the class.

When school was out, you dragged me to the closet, and asked what happened. I told you everything, and I started to cry. You look mad, sad, and you took me into your arms. I stopped crying, I felt so much better.

I really wish I could tell you how I feel.