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, 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 glared 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.

Nicky sighed, "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 hurrying along with Tristan. "Sorry Amy, I have football practice for next week's semifinals. I'll call Brandon, and see if 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 side hug, fist-bumped with each other, and left.

"I can manage Jay," Amelia mumbled, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She had always wanted to spend time with Tristan but it seemed that he had no such wish ever, until now. 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'll drop you. No arguments," he said as he guided her to his car. 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. An electric current shot through her body at his touch. What was happening to her? Maybe she had fallen hard for him already!

Opening the door of his black Jeep Grand Cherokee, Tristan helped Amelia into the passenger seat as he jogged to the driver's side. "Do you want a coffee before going home?" He asked gently as if scared of being turned down.

She looked into his jade green eyes in surprise unable to form any sentences.

"It's just coffee, not a date," his chuckle brought her to reality and she just left it at that, annoyed with herself for getting carried away.

Tristan's smirk didn't leave her face the rest of the time. ''You still haven't answered my question,'' he reminded her. Amelia feigned ignorance although she knew fully well what he was talking about. The anonymous love letter that she had received. Somehow he seemed more interested in it than her!

"Which question?" she asked him as he started the ignition.

"Did you read it?" he asked with a shrug.

"Yes," she answered, looking away from his probing gaze.

"And?" he asked impatiently.

"And nothing," answered Amelia. Tristan was the last person she would tell about the contents of her secret letter. Tristan looked upset by her words and didn't ask anything else throughout the ride. One look at his grumpy face made Amelia wonder why he was so interested in her secret letter?

"Where are we going?" she asked, looking around.

"Tell me what I want to know and I'll answer your question as well," he stated.

"No thanks. I'll wait and watch," she said with a grin. Tristan just gave her a look.