It was true that she harbored a long-time crush on her brother's gorgeous best friend, who only treated her like a kid.

He was very caring and protective of her before, when she tagged along with Caleb and him, 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, much to her disappointment.

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 in them, became a grade A student in her class.

"So, did lover boy sent 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 creative writing, 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 jerk!

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 in the front seat, her usual place, 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 the English Creative Writing 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. Out came 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 could it get?