AN: Spring Break started yesterday, so I should be having a little more time to update in the midst of everything going on. I might be taking a 2 day trip sometime throughout the week, but I'll try to make up for it in plenty of updates.

And for anyone reading The Heart Takes it's Toll, don't worry, I'm not stopping it! I'm just having a crazy writer's block with it. I know where I want to take the story, but I can't seem to put it in words. An update will be up soon for it, hopefully!

Thanks for the continued reviews guys! It really means a lot!
Love, Katie

To Whom It May Concern:

You'll probably never realize how much your reply meant to me.

Everything you said I'm really trying to take to heart…especially that about this guy.

Except I think you've got one thing wrong.

You see, this guy…I've already had my chance with him, and I missed it.

I blew it.

It wasn't his fault.

He spilled out his heart and soul to me, and I freaked. And when I tried to take it all back, confessing that I felt the same way as him, I was too late.


I don't get this though. Why do guys rebound so quickly, yet it's next to impossible for girls? I guess it could be because girls hang on to the words they hear, and we overanalyze everything.

But see…this guy, the words he spoke to me, telling me how he was finally getting what he had wanted for so long; these didn't seem like JUST words. But I guess that's a guy for you.

Here's the problem… he's not just another boy to me. He knows me better than my own best friend does, which is kind of crazy if you think about it. And it's not that I even tell him everything…he just seems to have an x-ray vision of everything about me.

About The Great Gatsby, I have thought about the story before, as it relates to all of this going on. But, I didn't put the note in this book for that reason. Honestly, I don't really know why I chose this book, but I guess unconsciously it could have been with that motive.

I've always thought about whether I want to be in love for the idea of it, or for the feeling. I know with this guy, it's not for the idea of it…'cause wouldn't that have to be to my benefit? And right now, I'm definitely not seeing many benefits. But as for him, I can't really tell how he feels. I guess some people would look at them and see "love," but I just don't know.

I just wish boys would figure themselves out; maybe that would be a little more helpful for girls like me. I can't bear a grudge against their relationship if it's going to last forever, but if he's confused, I don't know…

I just wish there was some way HE could read all this. Because I know that he can see my pain, but I just want to be able to explain it all out to him, show him my side of the story.

I think what I really need to do is just get him alone, and spill out my heart to him. Not for any wrong motives whatsoever; I just need to talk things out with him. If I wait any longer, too much of everything will have been built up inside of me, and I'll end up letting it out unintentionally…most likely with my best friend around.

If only everything wasn't this difficult.

Again, thanks for listening…whoever you are.

I had quickly thrown out my impossible theory of the anonymous author of the response back to me. I mean, seriously, he couldn't have responded and not said anything to me…or Brooke. And Brooke definitely would have said something to me. That's just who she is.

I scrambled to put the book back when I noticed the familiar brunette and blonde waltzing into the library.

What is she doing in here? Last time Lucas tried to bring her in a library, I remember him telling me that she tried to get out of there as quick as possible. She didn't find it intriguing like Luke and I both did. The authors were all just "dead guys" to her.

But as I heard their voices coming closer and closer to where I was seated, I was able to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"So Brooke, what brings this newfound desire to read?" Luke was saying. "I mean, trust me, I'm not opposed to it, but don't you hate reading?"

"Look Luke…I don't hate it. I've just, in the past, seen far better ways to entertain myself," she said as I spat out some of my water in quiet laughter. "I just want to see again what you're all about, why you like this kind of thing."

"Alright then, what book are you looking for?" He was watching her scan up and down bookshelves, figuring she had to have some kind of idea of what she was doing.

"Some book about being a great…rats? I forget. I figured you'd know what I was talking about. I asked my Literature teacher today about good books, and he mentioned it."

"The Great Gatsby, you mean?"

"Yeah, that was it!" She crazed, motioning for him to find it for her.

My heart was racing at a hundred miles per hour when she said that. I almost jumped up, grabbed the book, and ran; however, I knew that would have caused a pretty big disruption, and it probably would have looked kind of weird. I didn't think either of them had noticed me yet, but I saw Lucas glance in my direction as she was trying to get him to find the book for her.

Oddly enough, he hesitated for a long period of time, and he really surprised me with what he said next.

"Nah, Brooke, I know a better book for you to read." He turned to look over to me one more time as if once again, he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I watched the two of them parade over to another section of the library, and I finally felt at ease when they never made their way over to me again.