A/N:

Four things you need to know before reading this:

1.) I am grateful that out of the million books here in Wattpad, you somehow decided to read my book. Thank you.

2.) English is not my first language. Expect tons of grammatical error.

3.) I love grammar nazis. Feel free to point out all of the grammatically incorrect phrases/sentences you will come across with. I won't mind.

4.) This book is for the people who love clichés just as much as they hate them.

***

This is NOT A LOVE LETTER. As a matter of fact, this is not even a letter. This is just a group of words that are the written incarnation of the muddled thoughts inside my head.

Not that you'll ever read this, of course.

But just in case a miracle occurred and I actually find the courage to send this to you then don't expect to see me around anymore. There is a big chance that I've already packed my bags and decided to go cliff diving somewhere in Australia because I love to live my life dangerously like that.

So let me start by saying that I have a "thing" for you, I haven't figured out the definition yet but I'm working on it. Or maybe I should call it a condition, or obsession, or whatever. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure as well. But I definitely have these strong, not to mention, weird feelings for you.

I mean, really. If spent all those times thinking about you doing more productive stuff, like searching for cancer cure or something.

Sorry, I know I'm terrible at this. But hear me out, okay? I'm NOT in love with you. At least not yet. It's just that, I find it hard to get you out of my mind. No offense, but it sucks. Every time I'm lost inside my head, I always find myself thinking about you, like Bella Swan over Edward Cullen in New Moon.

Talk about deranged.

When did it all start? It started that fateful day when you saved me from drowning to my death after Lucifer-reincarnated, who currently goes by the name of Hunter Cole, thought it would be fun to throw me in the school pool. That was in seventh grade. You gave me a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and that basically made you my first kiss, or my one and only kiss for that matter. Pathetic, I know.

Since then, I decided to be your number one stalker. I mean, admirer! It's supposed to be admirer and not stalker! Sorry, autocorrect's acting a little crazy. Or is it just me?

Haha. Sorry, bad joke.

Anyway, I don't want this to sound like a criminal confession, but since we're being honest here, I think it's time for you to know that I'm your number one secret fan. I am the one who posts those sticky notes of encouragement on your locker door. If you see someone staring at you like a psycho, that's probably also me. I am always on your games, cheering for you. And even though my cheers are often drowned by the shouts of your fangirls, in my mind, I am cheering for you louder than the cheering squads of both teams combined.

You are my inspiration, the subject of my admiration, and most importantly, the main reason why I can relate to Taylor Swift's songs.

The funny thing is, you never once noticed me. I guess that's not a bad thing, either. Being unnoticeable makes me feel like I am some kind of a first class, high caliber, special agent.

It's actually fun being your number one fan. You see what I did there?

I don't really expect you to like me back, or even notice me. I'm happy being this way, invisible to you and your popular friends.

But...

Since we're both seniors now, and soon we will be leaving this town to go on our own ways, I just can't help but hope that a day will come when our worlds will finally meet. A day when you will finally see me.

Who knows? Maybe we can be good friends, maybe I can be your shoulder to cry on, maybe I might even be able to help you with something.

I don't know what you're thinking right now. You probably find this not-love-letter a bit creepy and is already planning to call the cops on me. That will probably suck big time. But really, I just want to take advantage of this one last shot of telling you how I really feel about you.

Kenji Yamamoto, thank you so much for saving my life.

And I think I like you a little.

Okay, I think more than a little.

Maybe a little too much.

I like you a lot.

I think I need to end this letter now.

I don't know how to end this letter.

Bye.

Sky

***

I stared on the screen of my laptop for another full minute before I decided that I wasn't crazy enough to send that e-mail to Kenji. I immediately clicked the close icon and a pop-up message appeared asking me if I wanted to save the mail in my drafts folder. I clicked yes.

Yay! Another unsent message that would add up to the other forty-one messages I didn't have the guts to actually send. Coward much?

Feeling gloomy, I shut my computer down and gathered my things. I had a class in fifteen minutes so I needed to get moving. I was about to leave the library when a very harassed-looking Shawn Montgomery rushed in my direction.

Shawn could have been considered as one of our school's heartthrobs with his dark hair and gorgeous blue green eyes, if only his glasses weren't as thick as the encyclopedia Britannica. Learning how to pull off a single conversation without mentioning anything about Star Wars, Assassin's Creed, and Magic: The Gathering cards wouldn't have hurt his reputation either.

We used to be Chemistry partners back in our freshman year and for almost two months; we never talked to each other. Best friend I ever had.

After one of us finally had the courage to approach the other (I couldn't remember who made the first move even though he insisted it was me when I supposedly told him one day that the weather's a bit shitty and he agreed) we discovered that our individual weirdness complimented each other and since

then, we were inseparable.

We always sat down together at lunch, trying our hardest to avoid doing anything that would attract other people's attention.

"I have news and you won't like it." He said as a way of greeting. We weren't really fans of beating around the bush.

"Yeah?" I said, raising my eyebrow. I could think of a million news that would fit that category.

"Hunter is back." He answered, and I almost dropped my laptop on to the floor. That definitely topped the list.

Type the devil's name in your e-mail and the devil shall appear.