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Tristan and Amelia's love story

Love Never Fails 

A brief glimpse:

Amelia opened her school locker and sure enough, a pale blue envelope fell into her hands. Since her sixteenth birthday, 6 months back, she had been finding these anonymous love letters every Monday in her locker. She didn't have the courage to disclose her secret to anyone except to her best friend Nicky. Truth was that she loved to read them, they gave her confidence, made her feel special. She silently slipped it inside her backpack to read later.

As she turned, she came nose to nose with Tristan Jayden Henderson, notorious playboy of the school as well as her brother Caleb's best friend. 

"Oww," she said rubbing her nose as Tristan stood close to her staring intently into her eyes with a smirk. "W-what are you doing?" She stammered nervously, trying to escape his closeness. It was true that she harbored a long time crush on her brother's gorgeous best friend, who only treated her like a kid.

Tristan was very caring and protective of her since she tagged along with her brother Caleb and him when younger. He insisted she call her "Jay", and he even helped her with her homework, but it all changed on her thirteenth birthday. Tristan became, aloof, rude, ignored her, and avoided talking to her. She didn't know what went wrong, although she had a secret crush on him, still, she gave him his space and avoided him. He started his playboy ways, dating girls randomly, changing girlfriends every week.

Amelia knew he would never look her way, he was way beyond her league, and Caleb would kill her if she voiced her feelings. So she concentrated on her studies and topped her studies, became a grade A student in her class.

"So, did the lover boy send his love?" He said wiggling his eyebrows towards the envelope that she hid in her backpack. Amelia's eyes popped out. How did he know?

"I have my ways baby doll." He whispered in her ear, his lips lightly skimming her soft, creamy skin sending a shiver down her spine. Wait, did she say it aloud? How did he read her mind? It sure was creepy. She pushed him and started to leave for her first class which was English, but he caught her wrist.

"Won't you read it?" He asked with a smirk.

"None of your business," she snapped trying to free her hand from his grip.

He chuckled and suddenly left her as she ran to her class, seething in anger. What did he think of himself? Arrogant fool! After ignoring her for three years, finally on her sixteenth birthday, Tristan decided to start teasing her, flirt with her and disturb her, and it had been going on for the last six months.

She walked into Mrs. Wiggins English class and sat on the front bench, ready to submit her homework. Nicky rushed in at the last minute and sat down beside her.

"Sorry, I'm late, mom's gone for an emergency delivery and I forgot to set my alarm." She said breathless from running. "Did you finish the homework?" She asked.

"Yeah, and you?" Amelia shrugged.

Yeah, somehow, thanks to Google. " she grinned.

Mrs. Wiggins walked in and asked for the homework. After submitting, everyone settled down for Creative Writing, English class.

Amelia's spent the entire morning rushing from class to class and the library in between. She did not get time to open her letter and read, although she wanted to very badly. By lunchtime, when Nicky had to visit the administrative office, Amelia rushed to the cafeteria to read her letter in peace. Due to the inter-school basketball match to be held after school, the whole cafeteria was empty with only a few students scattered here and there.

She took her chicken sandwich and orange juice and sat in a corner and opening her backpack, took out the envelope. Opening it she found the pale blue paper sprayed with a citrus and woody cologne. Amelia smelled it and read,

My Amelia,
Eyes are a reflection of one's soul. I love it when our eyes meet, even if it's only for a second because it allows me to look into your soul. So pure, so innocent, so beautiful.

I love your eyes. I love your soul. Waiting for the next time you look into my eyes. Hopefully, you can see my soul, my love for you shining within.

Your Anonymous Love.

She closed her eyes, with a goofy smile, thinking about who might this Anonymous person be. When she opened her eyes, she found Tristan sitting two tables away, facing her, staring at her intensely with an expression she couldn't decipher. Feeling her eyes on him, his expression quickly changed to the usual teasing one, winking at her with his signature smirk.

Frowning, she quickly kept the letter inside her backpack and started eating her lunch, ignoring Tristan. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him chuckling as he quirked an eyebrow at her, knowingly. She looked away, embarrassed at being caught while discreetly looking at him. How embarrassing can it get?

Suddenly Caleb rushed in with his two other friends, Chris and Brian, and they approached Tristan and sat with him. Caleb nodded at her and resumed his usual banter with his friends.

After five minutes, Nicky came in and fetched a burger and fries and a coke for herself, joining her excitedly. "I have to opt for Algebra to go into Junior grade next year. My maths score is too low." She said with hunched shoulders.

"No big deal, I can help you with it. Don't worry." She consoled, taking a bite of her sandwich. She felt a blush form on her cheeks at Tristan's constant intense stare from where he sat. She looked up at him and frowned, but that did not dissuade him from staring, even the slightest.

"So, today's Monday. Did you get your dose of love?" Nicky asked wiggling her eyebrows at her.

"Yeah," she answered shyly, concentrating on her food.

"Good, good. So any idea who it could be?" Nicky asked hopefully. Although they were best friends, she never asked Amelia to show her the letters. They were too personal to Amelia, she cherished them, did not wish to share them with anyone.

"No," sighed Amelia, wishing she could find out who it was.

"Let's go, it's time for art." Said Nicky, picking up her backpack, ready to leave. Amelia looked at her watch, lunchtime was over, she picked up her backpack and looked up to see her brother and his friends leaving as well.

After a hectic schedule of Art, French, and geometry, it was finally time to go home. Nicky had an appointment with the dentist at the hospital where her mother practiced as an obstetrician/gynecologist so she had to leave in a hurry.

Amelia went to the parking lot and waited beside her brother's jeep while checking her mobile for any important messages.

Caleb came in a hurry along with Tristan. "Sorry Amy, I have football practice for next week's semifinals. I'll call Brandon, and see it he can pick you up, okay?" Caleb said apologetically.

"No prob, bro. I'll take the bus." Amelia said with a smile, avoiding Tristan's eyes, ready to go to the bus stop.

"I can drop her, I'm going home as it is," Tristan spoke to Caleb with seriousness. "I've opted out of football this season due to my knee injury,"

"Thanks, bro. See you then." Caleb said as they did a half side hug, patting each other, and left.

"I can manage Jay," Amelia mumbled but Tristan heard her call him by his favorite nickname, distinctly. It was the name that he always insisted that she call him since childhood. She was the only one who called her "Jay", and he loved it.

"No baby doll. I will drop you. No arguments," he said as he guided her to his car holding her lower back loosely. Acutely aware of his hand on her back she tried to move out of his hold, but he tightened his hold, brushing his sides with hers.

 

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Hope you liked it so far...
The story doesn't revolve around the love letters. It's much more than that. Read to find out what happens to Amelia and Tristan.