Letters to a Nobody, Soccerluv4 . [the dot read aloud TXT] 📗

At least I don’t go messing around with people’s lives, thinking I’m actually helping when instead, I’m screwing everyone’s shit up,” My eyes blazed in fury as he neared closer to my face.  Faintly, we could hear the sounds of the other team members laughing and talking as they neared the parking lot. Looking to the side, Carter smirked down at me.

Backing up with his hands in a surrender fashion he continued,

“Hey, don’t get all mad. I was just telling you the truth,” he chuckled, backing away with small steps.

“Later S.” he retorted, turning around and walking away.

My hands clenched in fury as I saw him retreating. I wanted to go up to him and kick his sorry little ass till he-

“Hey Sammy! Ready to go?” Ty smiled at me as he jogged over to his side and jumped in.

I turned around and opened the passenger door. Giving one last look to the side, I saw Carter smirking at me from his car in triumph. I glared at him before climbing into the seat.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I saw Carter wave towards our car, looking at Ty first before sliding his eyes over to me. His smile remained plastered on his face, but his eyes looked mischievous and taunting as they looked at me.

Looking away, I pulled out my phone and logged onto Facebook to get away from his glowering eyes.

Driving silently, I couldn’t stop thinking about his threat. Wait, it wasn’t a threat…he purposely made me feel like crap without actually saying something. Damn, and here I thought I could go to the police with this.

Enough jokes Sam, I told myself, we need to get our priorities straight. Okay, enough of this talking to myself, it’s getting creepy. Anyway, I looked absent mindedly out the window, staring at the cars and buildings that passed by.

“You okay Sammy? You’re being really quiet, more than usual,” Ty questioned, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

“Hm? What? Oh, I’m fine, just worried about a test coming up,” I shrugged, acting like it was no big deal.

“Nerd,” he coughed out.

“Shut up!” I pouted.

“Aw, is the nerd getting upset?” he smirked at me.

“At least I can spell the word upset,” I smirked back.

“U-P-S-E-Oh shit!” Ty yelled as he swerved to miss another car.

“Ty, just focus on driving,” I giggled to him.

Throwing me a goofy smile, Ty focused back on the road, creating a peaceful silence yet again.

Arriving home, I dashed out of the car and into the house.

“I’m starving!” I yelled to no one in particular and ran into the kitchen.

“Sweetie, don’t run all over the place!” Mom scolded playfully as she walked into the kitchen.

“Sorry Mom,” I smiled sheepishly and kissed her on the cheek.

Humming to myself, I grabbed a chocolate muffin and a plate and placed it on the counter. Running upstairs, I changed into some yoga pants and a blue hoodie.

Eating my muffin quickly, I went back upstairs and threw my backpack on the floor.

Collapsing onto the bed, I rubbed my hands over my face and took a deep breath.

A beep came from my half closed laptop, causing me to get up and walk over to it.

I opened up my laptop fully and glanced at the screen. It was a friend request on facebook. Clicking the icon, I was a bit surprised when none other than Carter Woods, showed up.

My finger wavered on the touchpad. Should I confirm him? Why should I? He’s treated me like crap for the past few days. I don’t really need him harassing me on Facebook either. But if I deny his request, it’ll just make me look like I’m afraid of him. I bit my lip in frustration. Finally, my pride won, and I accepted it, much to my distaste.

Finally finished with an assignment for English, I heard another beep from my laptop. Looking up from my worksheet, I saw the inevitable: The prick had messaged me!

“Hey S.”

Not again! I groaned as I read his IM. Swiftly, I typed back the only response I could think of.

“Sorry, got the wrong person!”

He didn’t reply back for a bit, so I continued to do my homework.

“Nice joke. Still pretending I see”

Now I was getting pissed off.  I decided to ignore him and not reply.

“What happened, was it too much truth for you to handle?”

Now I was past angry, I was fumed.

“No, but your bullshit is,”

Smiling triumphantly, I went back to studying.

“Wow, this is a whole new side of you that I’m seeing. What does that make it now? 3 sides? I didn’t know you were 3-faced?”

I glared at the screen, wishing for him to disappear. Why does he have to care so much about S!

“It’s called having a personality. Something you clearly lack,”

Logging out, I shut my laptop forcefully and tried to focus back on homework, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Why does he have to be so hot, yet so arrogant and selfish!?

Sighing, I decided a letter wouldn’t hurt.

Dear S.,

I’ve been having some problems with my family. My parents are getting divorced, and even though I had seen this coming, I’m still really upset. I don’t know how to handle this! My mom is gonna keep me with her, but I’m going to miss my dad so much! What should I do?

-Caught in the middle

This letter caught me by surprise. I wasn’t sure what to do about this one. Sure, many parents had divorces, but I didn’t really know what to say to this person. Thinking hard, I decided to just go with my gut.

Dear Caught in the middle,

I’m sure right now the thing you’re most worried about is the idea that it’s your fault. It’s not. Sometimes, relationships won’t work out, the glue between them isn’t as strong as it once was, but that doesn’t mean your parents don’t love you any less than they did when they were together! I know it’s hard to accept, but sometimes your parents had issues going on that were just too much to bear, but it never has anything to do with you. The biggest mistake most divorced kids think is that it’s their fault, when its not. No amount of blame can be placed on you. Just like how high school couples break up, sometimes married couples do too. It’s just a matter of accepting it. Now for your other problem, I know you must really love your dad, but maybe you can persuade him to still live nearby so that you can see him. Of course it’ll be hard not seeing him every day, but you can always work out a schedule to go see him every few days, or every week, whatever’s comfortable for you. Truthfully, I believe you should make your dad work his schedule around you, so that you both still have time to see each other without distancing your relationship. And this way, your dad will really see how important it is to connect with you. Also, try to talk with him about your feelings, show him that you understand what’s going on, but you still want him as a part of your life. If he loves you like I think he does, he’ll find a way to work it out. Hang in there, your family may be separating, but your love will never break.

-S.

Saving it to my laptop, I closed my eyes as I rested my head on the bed. Today was too exhausting to even think about. With all the drama Carter was causing, I doubt I’d be able to live peacefully anymore. But I wouldn’t let him take away the most important thing to me: helping others. If he can’t see what I’m trying to do, he can go screw himself. There is no way he’s gonna ruin S. for me, not a chance.

 

Chapter 7-A Little History Lesson

 

“I won’t stop poking you till you look at me,”

“I know you’re getting mad. Just give in already,”

“Giving me the cold shoulder, really? I didn’t expect that from you. When will you learn your manners?”

Clenching my fingernails deeper into my skin, I used all my strength to hold myself before I jabbed my pencil into Carter’s eyes.

For the past 20 minutes, he was poking my back with his pencil, trying to get my attention. I was trying to ignore it, but I could already feel a small circular bruise forming from the tip of his eraser hitting my back in the same spot repeatedly.

If I could just turn around and smack him so hard, he’d forget his own name, let alone messing with me, or S.

I didn’t understand how nobody even noticed? I mean, come on, a classroom full of bored students and nobody could see Carter practically harassing me with a weapon. Of course, it wasn’t a weapon, it’s just a pencil, but it counts!

My fingernails were now creating permanent moon shaped dents in my palms as I tried to focus on the teacher.

Finally, the poking stopped, much to my surprise. I unclenched my fists slowly, and relaxed my back. Heaving a sigh, I finally focused back on my English teacher and his lecture on the Modernist writers.

Just when I thought peace had finally come, I felt a kick at my feet.  Then another, and another. Soon, Carter had found a way to stretch his legs under my seat and kick my feet repeatedly. I tried to move my feet, but there was no room to put them. Even at the farther distance, he could still reach them.

How long were his legs? I grunted in annoyance, and crossed my arms. The kid next to me looked at me then at Carter behind me. I rolled my eyes and looked back ahead.

Finally, after what seemed like years of torture, the bell rang. Stuffing my books in my bag at lightning speed, I got up and practically ran out of the classroom. Just as I made it out of the room, a yank pulled me back from my sprinting.

Turning around, I saw the smirking Carter looking at me with triumph.

“Did you really think you could just ignore me?”

Looping his hand around my shoulders, he walked us down the hallway.

“Look Sammy, I get it. You’re intimidated by me. I mean, come on, looks, charm, personality, popularity. I get it. There’s no need to be ashamed. I know I’m hot, and I know quiet girls like you get easily nervous when getting attention from guys like me, but don’t be so scared. I won’t bite,” I could only stare at his face, as he smirked again and stopped by my locker.

“You shouldn’t keep staring at me, or somebody’s going to get the wrong idea,”

I opened my mouth in shock, before closing it and stomping around to face my locker. Opening it quickly, I grabbed my things before slamming it and walking away from him.

“Woah, woah, slow down Sammy! I didn’t mean to offend you!” He said as he ran to catch up to me.

I stopped and looked at him, rolling my eyes in disbelief.

“Carter, go get a life. I’m not interested in talking with you. So please just leave me alone?” I sighed, and turned around.

Walking away, I could hear Carter laugh behind me. I turned back around, only to see Carter wink at