AN: I forgot to mention in the last chapter that this story will mainly be told in Peyton's POV.

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Love, Katie.

To Whom It May Concern:

I don't know if you'll ever check back in this book for a reply; nevertheless, I want to let you know everything will be alright.

Rejection is only one way of telling you that you have to fight even harder.

You seem like a girl who lives as if it is you against the world, and on the inside, you are truly suffering because of it. Let me let you in on something. I've tried to fight numerous battles on my own, and 99 of the time, I came out unsuccessful. Don't make the same mistake I did. Use those closest to you as a consolation.

Now about this couple you are talking about. Are you really okay with losing your best friend over a guy? And how do you know the guy won't come around in the end? Most guys at seventeen or eighteen years old are confused beyond belief, but they play the game of life so confidently that girls like you tend to not notice.

The Great Gatsby is one of my favorite novels, so I can confidently say I know the story well. And given the fact that you have inserted your note into the book leads me to believe you have read it as well.

So, you know that the story is about a man who is portrayed as having so many dreams, but he is focused on one girl he met long ago that he feels he "loves." However, by the end of the book, the girl, Daisy, whom he "loved", is murdered by none other than himself. The whole concept is that he was in love with the IDEA of this girl, but not in love with her. Funny how that works out with your situation, right?

Now I'm not sure if you intentionally meant for this illustration when you chose The Great Gatsby of all books, but I do know that love can work that way. Maybe this boy whom you felt rejected by is in love with the IDEA of your best friend, yet not in love with her. Or maybe he's in love with the IDEA of being in love, and it doesn't matter that it is your best friend.

It could very well be yourself; however, you will never know until you learn to face rejection. It could take one more time of telling him you love him or a hundred more times. Either way, he's probably confused like any other teenage boy. It's your job to help him out.

But what am I to know about this whole ordeal, right?

It was third period again, two days later. I knew it wasn't likely, but I gave into the little hope that someone may have responded, and I picked up Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby off the bookshelf. I was making her way back to my table, and one of the librarians was hurriedly walking into me to quiet down the jocks once again, causing me to stumble, loosing the book from my grasp.

I watched as the book flew to the floor, landing with pages spread out face down. As I reached to pick it up, I noticed a sheet of lined paper that looked as if it had been scribbled on. Picking it up to throw it away, I glanced at it a little more closely. The marking was not scribbles; it was a note…addressed "To Whom It May Concern," exactly as my note from a couple days back had.

Curiously, I began to study through the entire note word by word. The more I read, the more intrigued I became. I was dumbfounded that someone actually took the time out of their own day to respond to my melancholy.

But then one line, just one simple line caught my attention.

It could take one more time of telling him you love him or a hundred more times.

One more time? How does this person know that I've already told Lucas I loved him? This person wouldn't know that; he shouldn't know that, unless…

That's impossible…right?