plotted starter for @beeutifulmuses
Ariel Evans had everything she could ask for. She was rich, beautiful, top of her class, well-liked. She had parents who provided for her, and a twin who loved her to the end of the world. She had everything she ever wanted - except love. She was known for being the girl who never let anyone get close enough to her to get anything. She was friends with everyone, and that meant she friend-zoned everyone too. Most people just wrote her off as a prude, a goody-two-shoes. The secret was that she was frankly afraid of intimacy. Her parent's marriage was not one she wanted to end up in, feared that if she fell for someone, that love would eventually die - whether it was hers or theirs. It did not mean she didn't love anyone. Her feelings developed easily, quickly, went to people she knew she couldn't have or that weren't good for her. There had been four people to be exact. Arizona Lake, her childhood best friend, Damien Burton, her brothers best friend, Morganna Walsh, who had been the only person she told she liked girls too, and Isaac Lahey, the boy she'd always found to be the most attractive, and the one who happened to be her first kiss. None of them knew, of course. Ariel kept it secret, so secret her brother didn't even know. She wrote them letters, though, containing her feelings. She had no intention of sending them, not now, not ever.
Adam had gotten a girlfriend, and now the duo was a trio. He'd mentioned a few times she should've tried to get with someone, double dates would be more fun than third-wheeling. She should've guessed he was the culprit when her letters were suddenly gone from her bedroom closet. But she had never thought him capable of that sort of thing, mind drifting to her mother who had a habit of hiring maids to deep clean and throw old items out. In fact, she'd been praying that the woman had thrown the letters in the trash, better there than in the hands of those that they were addressed to.
What she hadn't expected was to be cornered against her lockers after the bell rang for class. She was running late, and when she saw Isaac, it wasn't a surprise. He seemed the type not to care if he ran a few minutes late to class, but what was a surprise was that he was heading to her direction. Her back pressed into the cold metal of the lockers as he came to a stop in front of her. The yellow paper in his hand caught her eyes, and that was when she had seen her swirly writing on it. There was no misplacing it. The letter she had written to him. Her mind spun as the opening sentence flowed into her mind: Dear Isaac Lahey, you were my first kiss. If he had it, that meant someone had mailed them. But who? And who else would confront her over it? If she received a year-old letter from someone that she'd had some sort of interaction with proclaiming their love and desire, she would've ignored it. Would've been flattered, but slightly embarrassed.
Which was precisely what she was now: embarrassed. Pale skin began to tint red, matching painted lips parting then closing. Lost for words. "Isaac, I..." She blinked a few times then raised her eyes. "You were never supposed to - see that..."
