Dear Anthony,
Anthony, I am tired of this bullshit between you and Angela Ramirez. Thursday when I came to school people was telling me you are still talking to her and in the bathroom it says I Love Anthony Washington in big black letters and when you are walking out it says ANGELA RAMIREZ—XO—ANTHONY WASHINGTON.
Anthony, I really don’t know what to do about you. Then your ass gets all mad when I’m with Aaron or talking on the phone to him. I hope you have a lot of fun with Angela because she doesn’t do the things I do. And you know what I mean. I hope she makes you very happy, even though I don’t because I keep on making you mad all the time.
Anthony, if you do like her let me know now, I don’t want to find out from someone else, I want to see your face when you say it.
So has she asked you to go to Grad Night with her? If you aren’t still talking to her, or going with her like you say, why is everyone talking you are, or are they trying to matchmake?
Anthony, how do you think I feel when they are telling me this shit? You think I am just going to let it slip on past? Is that who you gave my bunny rabbit to? Because I don’t have it. Or is it at the store like you said?
Anthony, the reason why you didn’t get this letter a long time ago was because I wasn’t finished writing it. If I was, you would have got it a hell of a long time ago. The reason why I crossed out your and Angela’s name in the bathroom was because I like you too damned much. That’s why I crossed it out.
And I guess I should stop coming over to your house when your folks are gone, stop calling you, and stop having you know what I mean with you.
And nothing is going on between me and Aaron Robinson, no matter what you say! That’s all I have to say! And I am going to stop liking you! You don’t think I can, but you are in for a great big surprise! Well, I am about to end writing this. I will probably talk to you later.
Love Always,
Me