Love and Letters (Ari and Sebastian's Story)

if I start telling everyone y

clear threat. The third one I've gotten this week. Whoever has my diary really has it in for me. I need to figure out who this person is and stop them before they c

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. I de

is curly brown hair wild on his head. Calvin Park. Music

thes and lives the life for it. His family owns several art museums in the country and dominates the music industry with its several successful labels

." Cal starts to blather, as usual. It's his crutch, whenever something bothers him or if his game console is not arou

p you plan your schedule i

"Really? You're the b

ce creeps up

"Brad, I swear to God..." I turn to the guy with kohl-lined eyes, read

the back of his neck. My eyes narrow at the gigantic bracelet he's wearing, one clearly meant for a girl. But I don't commen

ve small hands and won

, then grabs my arm,

indignant. His hand circles my other wrist, and no

People have started to stare at us, too, but that happens on a daily basis even without th

's like he didn't even notice what is happening around him. Brad pic

r him. I close my eyes waiting for the fall. But Seb snaps out of whatever haze he's in ju

le to meet his hooded eyes. I stare at his ch

ass? We need to talk,

ll unable to pick up what's going on. "Mine's an emergency so wha

tell me all about it, okay?" He assists Cal from the floor. The latter continues to

o," Seb

d. "Though I wouldn't mind you telling me what this

o talk to us

kind of reaction from Seb. It's been constant friction between them. Seb not wanting to follow in his father's f

on is spot-on with everyone else. Just one look at them, and I can pr

you..." Seb takes a deep breath before finishing, "...

. And Seb, my stepbrother, for that matter. They've asked me and I considered it when I moved back here during Freshman year, but

him, but he still gives me no answer and j

if I'd gone mad. Normally, I'd have felt mor

ches in my throat. In that stance, he looks like someone else we know. Our best friend Dave. The one who

e's somehow read my mind. So, I clear my throat, "Sorry. I

orry. I just didn't want t

what?" I

then he says, "Your mothe