"Call it old fashioned, but I still think it's cute when someone cares for you enough to think about you and write you a love letter." - Rituparna Darolia

"Caleb please," Amelia said frustrated at her older brother. "I don't need you to give me a lift to school. I'm sixteen, not six." She said rolling her eyes. 

She was disappointed with her family, where all her friends enjoyed some form of freedom at sixteen, Amelia's life sucked with three older brothers, making it their mission in life to protect her from anyone and everyone. Her looks which she inherited from her mother, attracted a lot of unwanted attention. Her long, waist-length, straight, thick, dirty blonde hair and light grey eyes, long curled thick eyelashes, arched eyebrows, and a perfect heart-shaped face with pink bow-shaped lips, creamy complexion, and perfect figure made her stand out in a crowd.  So, her brothers adopted such protective measures, although she always refrained from getting into trouble. It was really uncalled for when she could look after herself.

While Caleb, was two years older and in his senior year at Redwood High, Brandon was in his second year at Cornell University pursuing architecture. Her eldest brother Leo was in his final year doing MBA in finance from Columbia University, also doing an internship at their own billion-dollar worth multinational architectural firm, with headquarters in New York, and offices all over the world.

"No Amy, we go to the same school. So I will drop you, no more arguments. Get in the car." Caleb ordered sternly.

Heaving a sigh, Amelia opened the door of the passenger side and climbed into her brother's black Wrangler jeep. The whole drive to school was silent. Her brother smoothly parked into the school's parking lot and Amelia jumped out to rush to her locker, where her best friend Nicky Stewart would be waiting for her.

She rushed to her locker only to find Tristan Jayden Henderson leaning against it busy making out with the desperate Mary Ann, the bitch of the school, who happened to be in her year, but preferred senior boys.

Muttering curses in her mind, for meeting her brother's best friend and playboy of the school first thing on her Monday morning, she stood before them with her hands on her hips. "Get off my locker, you man whore!" She said gritting her teeth.

Tristan looked at her lazily, his eyes wandering over her from head to toe and back up, with a smirk on his face. 

"Jealous much, baby doll?" He drawled, his smirk getting bigger if that's even possible.

"In your dreams. Now move your lazy self, I don't have all day." She spoke irritatedly. Where was Nicky when you need her the most?

Mary Ann scowled at her, being interrupted from her favorite pastime - making out with boys, "B*tch", she said with a scowl and enough malice to last a week.

"Wh*re" Amelia retorted.

"Jealousy killed the cow," Mary Ann said with a scowl, pointing at her angrily.

"Did you make that up?" Amelia clutched her torso and laughed heartily at her stupid self-made proverb. "I thought it was 'Curiosity killed the cat'," she said laughing more as Mary Ann reddened like a tomato, ready to escape.

"Whatever! You coming Tris baby?" She asked flipping her hair as she started to leave, to lick her wounds with her bimbo friends.

"Later," Tristan said shrugging his shoulders as he tried to contain his laughter.

Amelia opened her 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 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. "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. Although she was 5ft 6 inches tall, she still had to look up at Tristan who stood at 6ft 3inches.