Letters to a Nobody by Soccerluv4 . (classic fiction .TXT) 📖

twirled around, doing a complete 360. Ugh, was dressing up this hard?

For the 50 billionth time, I’d changed my outfit. Why I was caring about this date so much was beyond me. After all, I was using this time to get close to Carter and find a way to trick him off exposing me.

Glancing down at my phone, I unlocked the screen and saw it was 20 minutes till 7. Crap! I needed to get ready!

Throwing open my closet doors, I shuffled through the clothes until I found a loose green top, skinny jeans, my favorite leather jacket, a beanie, and my amazing heeled wedge booties that I absolutely loved. Slipping it all on, I took a look in the mirror and praised myself for how good I looked. With a quick wink at myself in the mirror, I checked the makeup and hair that Fay had done a few hours earlier, and gave a prompt nod. Grabbing my phone and my purse, I headed downstairs, waiting for Carter to come pick me up.

No sooner than I had reached downstairs, the doorbell rang. I walked over to the door and opened it. Standing there, in all his glory, was Mr. Perfect, Carter Woods. His look was almost flawless, as if he’d effortlessly thrown on his jeans, dark grey button up, and Supras. I rolled my eyes. Of course he’d effortlessly thrown all that on. I mean it was Carter Woods. He’d look good with a freaking trash bag.

His eyes went from my own down to my body and legs before back up again. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, giving a low whistle. I almost had the urge to blush, but held it back. Or maybe my urge to punch him was just more powerful.

“Ready to go babe?” He said, gesturing his hand out towards his car. I huffed, but stepped out obediently. Locking the door behind me, I joined him by the car. He opened the door for me and waved inside, to which I gave a fake smile and stepped in. He wasn’t going to get any satisfaction from me.

Running over to his side, he climbed in and buckled up before pulling out.

“So, where exactly are we going?” I questioned, curiosity was creeping in after we’d been sitting for 10 minutes without saying anything.

“You’ll see” was his reply. I huffed in annoyance. I hated surprises.

“Now, now, Sammy…” he drawled out, “No need to frown, we’ll be there soon.” He pinched my cheek. I slapped his hand and crossed my arms. Dammit, he made it seem like I was the baby. I was not! Okay maybe I was.

I looked out the window and watched everything pass by in a blur. My thoughts drifted to my secret. What if Carter did find out? Would he really tell the whole school it was me? Who would ever write a letter to a nobody like me? The minute they found out, people would be horrified knowing they told their deepest, darkest secrets to a wallflower like me. Just being without that made my eyes tear up. That advice may have seemed like just some stupid, wreckless hobby to Carter, but it was much more to me. It was finally something that could express my thoughts when my own voice couldn’t. Carter would take that away from me.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Be cool Sammy. Don’t let him see you like this! I told myself repeatedly to calm down.

Just as I opened my eyes, Carter parked the car. I looked through the dashboard and saw the amazing Italian restaurant I loved going to as a kid. My family would go there all the time, but unfortunately with my parents busy with work and Ty and I growing up, we didn’t have much family bonding time anymore to come here and eat together.

“Like it? The food’s great.” Carter said, but I could only nod. He already knew a lot about me, why let him in on a family memory?

We walked inside and a waiter placed us at a table. I sat across from Carter and quickly grabbed the menu, pretending to look busy reading it.

Unfortunately, Carter had other plans.

“So, S, tell me about yourself?” I groaned inwardly. Just my luck. Way to go Carter, jab and jab until it hurts, why don’t ya?

I smiled fakely and said, “Sorry, not much to tell since you apparently already did recon on me, so…” I smirked, leaning back in my chair and crossed my arms.

He reciprocated, leaning back as well and smiled evilly.

“Poor Sammy. Never been on a date, huh? Well I guess I should teach you. On dates, you talk about yourself a little, eat, chit chat, that’s how it goes silly.” He chuckled, obviously quite amused. My smile dropped and my arms uncrossed. I pointed my face away from him and began to check out my surroundings.

There were quite a few tables full, with families and couples. It seemed like we were the only teenagers here.

I raised a questionable eyebrow at Carter. “Why exactly did you bring me here Carter?”

Now it was Carter’s turn for his smile to drop. His eyes flashed with guilt temporarily before becoming lazy again.

“Italian’s my favorite food, and this is my favorite restaurant. Enough reason for you?”

I nodded, but I wasn’t fully convinced.  Something was definitely going on.

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Carter looked down at his menu, pretending to choose something to order. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sammy looking back down at her menu, in actual interest this time, and let out a sigh.

When he’d chosen this restaurant, it wasn’t because of the food or anything of that sort. He hadn’t even been here before. Carter felt absolutely guilty. The reason he’d chosen this restaurant was to get as far away as possible from anyone from school seeing him out with Sammy.

As far as he was concerned, Sammy wasn’t exactly the most popular, and he was the polar opposite. Besides, he was here for the secret, plain and simple.

But something kept nagging at him. It had happened the minute he saw Sammy, all dressed up. He could hardly keep his drool from spilling down to his shirt. She looked that gorgeous. Not that he would ever tell her. Douche-like comments and whistles were all he could do. He had to keep pestering her.

Again, he looked up and saw her looking at him. Immediately, she looked back down at her menu. A small shiver went down his spine. It was like a glimmer of excitement of catching her staring at him.

Carter caught himself. There was no way he could be happy that she was looking at him.

Something in Carter’s gut told him he was treading in dangerous waters, getting involved with a girl like Sammy, who could easily kill a guy with her looks and intelligence.

He caught himself looking back at her again, and a small smile formed on his lips. Maybe it wasn’t Sammy who was lucky to be on a date with him. Maybe he was the lucky one all this time. Was a secret worth that?

 

 

(Her outfit!!! I love it, do you???)

Chapter 10-Mirror Says All

 

 

My shoes squeaked against the linoleum floor with my rushed pace.  I soon arrived to the dance studio in my school.  Inside was a small booth containing a rectangular window that faced into the dance room. The window was one sided, so that people could see into the dance room, but dancers could only see their reflection in the mirror.  A door separated the two spaces, to which I went through and tossed by duffle bag to the side.

A year ago, a custodian found me dancing in the studio after school. I was scared he would turn me in for being on school property without permission. Instead, he let me practice there, knowing that I wasn’t some bad kid or anything.

See, the thing is, I love to dance. Hip hop is my main choice, but I do some ballet here and there. This was the only side of me that I never showed to anyone, that and of course, the letter writing. It was just easier to express what I loved without having people question it. Whenever I was tense with homework, I did either of the two. I guess I should appreciate this last hobby, because who knows, Carter might just end up taking one of my hobbies away from me. At least I will still have this left.

I sighed, and shook my head in annoyance. Forget him, isn’t that what you came to do? I chuckled, and changed into a pair of sweatpants, and an off shoulder top. I pulled on my black high top sneakers to finish it off. 

Tossing my hair into a high ponytail, I walked swiftly over to the stereo set and plugged in my phone, which held a playlist of all my favorite hip hop songs.

Breathing in slowly, I faced the mirror and waited for a song to play.

I was off, spinning, moving, and dancing all over the place. Most people would be shocked if they saw me now. I did not exude the type of personality that would support a hip hop dancer, but hey, don’t judge a book by its cover right?

I continued to move to the music, letting myself get lost in the transition, and temporarily forgetting anything that’s been bothering me.

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“I’ll go grab it!” Carter yelled to his coach. He offered to go grab more jerseys for a practice lacrosse scrimmage game after school.

Running inside the building, he headed towards the gym lockers, which held all the sports equipment. Grabbing a bag of spare jerseys, he proceeded to head out of the locker room when he heard music playing nearby.

His eyebrows furrowed, as he tried to recall whether or not the dance team was practicing today. He was sure they weren’t.

Curiosity got the better of him, as he exited the locker room and headed to the right, approaching the dance studio.

He opened the door and walked into the booth. Carter was momentarily stunned, as he saw who it was practicing in the room.

He could not believe his eyes. There, dancing like some professional was Sammy.  The way she swayed her hips and moved to the music acted like a hypnotic force stopping Carter from leaving.

Eyes still plastered to the scene before him, he crawled into one of the seats and continued to watch in surprise. She was breathtaking when she danced. The way she stared into the mirror, it seemed like she was looking right at him.

One last move and then her body came to a stop. Breathing deeply, she wiped her arm across her forehead.  Sammy grabbed her water bottle and chugged the liquid down.

Walking over to the stereo, she shut off the music and unplugged her phone.

Carter immediately shot up to his feet. He couldn’t let her see he was here.  He quickly climbed down from the seats, grabbing the jerseys and slipped out of the booth before she could see him.

He ran down the hall and turned a corner, hiding behind it.

As he caught his breath, he saw Sammy pass by carrying a duffle bag across her body.

She was looking down at her phone, fortunately for him, and