This Fan Fiction is dedicated to Rayy, she is such a great writer, and a GREAT person to know!!
Letters To My Heart
She sat outside her third period classroom door. The class schedule was in her hands, yet she still didn’t have a clue where she was, or where she was going next. She had just moved to Wyckoff, New Jersey, because her family thought it would be the best for her situation.
The distance between the door handle and herself grew increasingly close, as she hoisted her backpack on her back again. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, and slowly lifted her shaking hand towards the doorknob.
Someone’s voice startled her, causing her to jump, “Are you just going to stare at the doorknob, or where you waiting for someone to open it for you?”
Her breath caught in her throat, “Oh, sorry just nervous.”
“I know the feeling, my names Kevin by the way, Kevin Jonas,” he said, extending his pale arm towards her.
“I’m Rachel, but everyone calls me Ray” Ray said, clasping his warm hand, and giving it a firm shake.
“Nice to meet you, I’m guessing you’re new?” Kevin said, while opening the door to Mr. Herdon’s classroom.
“You guessed right,” Ray said, ducking into the small, pencil smelling classroom.
The whole class took their seats, loudly talking over the principal, who was reciting the year’s rules. Sounds of people talking about their extravagant vacation homes, and recent trip to Brazil were filling the classroom. Friends reunited from a whole summer apart, and enemies planned the next session of getting beat up. Others just sat in their plastic seats, praying that it wouldn’t be as bad as last year.
Ray did neither; she sat in her seat, with her notebook held in her lap, thinking about the nice guy she met on the way inside the classroom. The way his hair curled in the way that made her heart stop, and his eyes, so shiny that you could see the triangles of light that reflected from the artificial lights.
She sneaked a peek of Kevin, who was sitting directly to the left of her. He was writing something in a little blue book. His face was crumpled in thought; hard confusion ran across his gorgeous face, his eyebrows were stitched together by frustration.
He sighed in defeat, and looked up at Ray, who was miraculously still looking at him with curiosity. He quickly closed the book, and stuffed it in his back pocket.
Days went by without them speaking, just staring with thoughtful expressions on their faces. Like they were trying to figure each other out with just the emotions on their hard to read faces. Kevin would stare at the teacher for about forty minutes, and for the last ten minutes he would casually glance at Ray, who was furiously taking notes.
Until one day, Ray saw something being placed on her desk. It was a crumpled up piece of paper, that said Ray on the front of it. She carefully put down her pen, which she was using to write a story, and opened up the scrap of paper that was addressed to her.
Inside was something only he could of wrote.
His writing was something familiar, boyish, yet grown up.
I was wondering if you liked to write
Kevin.
Part Two Soon!!!
