Monday, February 24, 2014
Dear Rachel,
You probably don't know this, but I don't get sick like ever. Yesterday I was tempted to take my temperature because I swore I was hallucinating, like legit seeing things. Because I saw you and Finnept in a fight.
Remember? At the football game on Saturday?
I was there, with most of the student population and after we lost and you went down off the bleachers to talk to him and probably console his oafish loser ass. And he said something and dear goodness did you ever go off on him!? God it took all of my will power not to smile or laugh my ass off!
I would like to think that I had something to do with that, though it's probably not the cause. So for now I'll just continue to quietly observe and cross my fingers for you to break up.
If you do, who knows. We just might be able to talk in person.
No, that's just cruel of me to promise to you that we will talk. But I can dream that it will happen one day, and I guess it just might happen. Anyway, I hope you are doing alright after that, and if you aren't I will kick Hudson's ass.
Which brings me to my second main issue in today's letter. You are as subtle as a freight train Rachel Berry!
Honestly, I should have expected nothing less from you. I am, however, surprised that it took you a whole three letters from me before you insisted on trying to figure out who I am. So when you announced in glee club this morning before school that you demanded on knowing the identity of the person writing you anonymous letters I almost choked... Hopefully you didn't notice!
My answer to the question of who I am is- sorry but hell no! Do you understand the meaning of 'Anon'? But I will give you this; if you want to write back to me you can leave your letter inside of the cover of Pride and Prejudice in the school library.
Love,
Anon
P.S. You are insanely cute when you're mad. It makes me want to act like a little boy on a playground who pulls the cute girl's pigtails because he has a crush.
