I'm back, although vacation hasn't officially started I got all my testing done and what's left is senior pictures and report card distribution. Anyways here's a new chapter!

We got home and Dad was sniffling, his little girl didn't even turn back to look. But I guess that's Olive. The house seemed a bit emptier and a bit more silent that usual and little bit more spacier perhaps?

The moment I got settled into the couch in front of the TV, the doorbell rang. Lugging myself to the door, opening it was Logan Peters.

"Hey!" he greeted. The blonde hair bombshell entered my living room with a light blue v neck and khakis. "So, Olive left, huh?"

"Yep," nodding my head. He doesn't seem as happy as he usually is, but I don't want to ask why. I know why. Peters (A/N: I'm going to start referring to the boys by their last name, before it gets confusing) might seem like the tough guy, but deep inside he's like a teddy bear. And many people don't realize that about him.

"Peters!" Juju screamed as she ran down the stairs. She maybe be nine years old but she still screams like a baby.

"Hey baby girl, how are you?" Peters asked.

"I'm good. Let me show you what I've been working on," motioning him to come closer to her. She showed him a scrapbook of her soon to be turtle. Soon to be? More like never going to happen. Juju thinks that she'll get a turtle for her birthday or even Christmas but the odds of that happening are slim to none. There are so much responsibilities for a pet, Juju is not up for it.

I look up to see Juju grinning from ear to ear. That girl loves Peters. And she's going to be devastated to hear that Olive and him broke up, which is why I'm not going to tell her.

"You know what you should name the turtle, Juju?" I questioned. She gave me a weird look. "Maybe Peters Logan? Or better yet! Logan Peters the turtle," I said with a sly smile. Juju's eye went wide and she started blushing.

"What the freak, Jasmine?" Juju yelled out. Peters began to feel uncomfortable.

"I'm kidding! Gosh Juju, get a funny bone!"

Juju, still mad, ran upstairs and slammed the door so loud, I'm pretty sure Olive could hear it too, and she's on a plane to England.

"Was that too mean?" I pondered to Peters.

"Yeah…I actually came over to tell you something."

"Okay shoot."

"Olive and I broke up last night."

"I know."

"Wait. What? How?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"She was trying to be subtle this morning about why you didn't come along for the car ride to the airport, but I know. She's my sister. She can't really hide anything from me. I know her too well."

Peters nodded in agreement. Feeling a bit out of place now that Olive is gone, Peters excused himself and went home.

The next day Juju was downstairs eating breakfast. I greeted her good morning but I guess she's still mad at me. I grab the keys off the kitchen counter and head out to drive to school. If Juju isn't talking to me then she's not getting a ride to school. Simple as that.

Walking to my locker I saw Logan Watson and Erin Sanders making out. Logan Watson. Another Logan who I wrote a letter to. We were friends in elementary school all through middle school but then in high school we kind of drifted apart. High school happens to do that sometimes. I wrote his letter sophomore year after the New Year's Eve party Adam Coleman, the most popular guy in school. Watson was really sweet to me even though he was dating Erin. He even drove me home when I got slightly wasted that night.

As I approached my locker, I see Peters waiting for me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"This might be weird but I got a letter yesterday. From you," he opened up the envelope and showed me my handwriting and favorite stencil paper. Wait. Was that what I thought it was? The letter. I snatched the letter from him and read it:

Dear Logan Peters,

There's something about the boy next door. The boy next door as in you. The moment you transferred to our high school I was smitten with you. Every memory with you will forever be etched in my brain. Those summer nights and inside jokes. You meant everything to me. But you asked my sister out. You chose her over me.

- Jasmine

"Oh my gosh," I murmured.

"So is this true? You like me?" he questioned.

"Liked," I emphasized, "I used to. This letter was never suppose to be sent…"

As I came to the realization that if Peters got a letter, did that mean…

I shoved the letter to Peters and ran down the halls. I put the car into drive and headed home. This can't be. Slamming the door, I headed to my room. Shit. The box is gone. The box that contains all my letters. Peters got one. That means Logan Johnson, Logan Chi, and Logan Watson also received my letters. I fell onto my bed. How did I let this happen?

OMG what is going on? What is going to happen next? Stay tuned and review :)