AN: As I was updating my other story, The Heart Takes it's Toll, this idea just came to me for a new story. I'm not discontinuing my other story though, so don't worry.

Anyways, I hope you guys like this new idea. Reviews are always appreciated.

And again, I do not own or write for One Tree Hill, and this is only fan fiction.

Love,

Katie.

To Whom It May Concern:

Everyone feels rejection at some point in their life.

I, for one, am fighting through it right now.

See, there is this guy, but he's kind of out of my league you could say.

Basically what I'm saying is there is another girl in the situation,

And he loves her.

Lucky me, right?

He's told me, "I care about you," but I want more.

And I'm pretty sure, no wait, I'm positive he knows that.

Here's the main problem in this whole ordeal:

The girl, yeah, she's my best friend.

She has no idea how much this is killing me either.

It's like this is the National Finals for a sports team or something,

And I'm on the losing team…

…Sitting the bench.

I wonder who you are, you being the one who is reading my misery.

I'm sorry if I'm boring you,

But I had to get this out somehow.

I usually have a different routine for getting my feelings out,

But oh yes, I failed to mention this part…

My best friend, yeah the same one; she's kind of living with me now.

So my room is no longer MY room,

And my personal stuff is no longer personal.

Funny how that works, huh?

So, thanks, whoever you are.

And now you can get back to what you were really doing.

And take my advice with that:

F. Scott Fitzgerald is amazing.

This book, The Great Gatsby, is amazing.

Sorry if I distracted you from picking it up.

I looked around the room I was in, a quite familiar room to me actually. I could see the honor students' study group in one corner, the poets in another; the jocks being forced to do their homework, and the librarians trying to quiet them down.

Then there's me. Third period is my free hour, so I usually come down to the library to draw. That's my actual way to drain my emotions; however, today I just felt compelled to change it up. Also, because of Brooke. As excited as I am to be sharing a room with my best friend, I haven't quite adjusted to it yet. I'm kind of nervous she'll go through everything in my room, insult my "freaky drawings," and change all my records to Christina Aguilera CD's.

I looked at the book in front of me, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It really was a masterpiece. See, any kind of artist intrigues me, and you don't have to draw to be an artist. Fitzgerald used his writing as his style of art, and that inspired me to do the same.

I looked one last time at the sheet of paper I had just written on before I stuck it in the book and walked away. Glancing back to the bookshelf where I had first pulled the book out of, I wondered who would eventually read my note...well, that is if anyone ever does read it.

As I walked out into the hallway, I noticed them. Just the two of them…against the world, or so it seemed. That is until she spoke up.

"Oh, Peyton! Over here!" I heard my best friend say in her cheery voice. There was so much pain built up inside me from those two being together that I regretted my next move over to them.

"Hey Brooke; Hey Lucas," I tried not to make eye contact, but he caught my eyes anyways. And when he looks into my eyes, he can see straight through every barrier I put up. And this time was no different. I could see his reaction to my pain; his eyes were as comforting as the words I needed to hear.

But still, I knew, those eyes had also rejected me and chosen my best friend, so the comfort didn't ease any pain…at all.