Dear Elena,

Yesterdays a treasure. Today is here. Tomorrows' on its way. The sky is clear. Thank you for the memories of all the laughter's and tears. Since you left me, I never really tried to put my life to where it should belong. And I've always let the past gone by, I'm realizing that it could be wrong. But now i finally knew. I had to let it to go. To make way for a brighter tomorrow. Since I know that I never will forget the memories that we made from yesterday. I will try not to let it interfere the choices that ill make along the way. 'Cause I'm not living in a world of fantasy. I'm here now in the world of reality.

Always your friend,

Ana

I tried different Slurpee flavors, but orange for me tastes the best. I was lucky i survive several days without being bullied further by Christian. I wonder why. Still I don't have a gushy idea how to apologize to that sticky asshole.

I sip, slurp, shake the oversize cup determinedly hoping to come up with a smart idea. I slide down on the floor beside my locker door and put the cold cup in my aching head. I still feel the sting on my head when I bump under Ali's desk.

BAM!

That's it. The answer to my problem was there all the time. Freaking' Ice Cold Orange Slurpee!
Since I'm not good with saying an apology I'll just give him a sourly sort of peace offering. Someone stood in her front, she looked up and there he was Christian freaking Grey.

"Where have you been all my life laundry girl?," he lewdly asked as he took hold of my hair and pulled me slowly up.

Left with no choice I slide up. I looked directly at his dark chocolate eyes. Trying' to read his bipolar mood.

"Everywhere not near you sticky," I said with a smirk in my face. I slowly pulled my hair out of his hand and to my amazement he allowed me to.

"Do you notice anything different about me?," he asked as he comb his hair with his fingers.

I first look around, I see students staring at us. Waiting for season 2 of our drama. I felt nervous I don't know why. I started tapping my ice cold Slurpee behind my leg. I looked at Christian up and down. Sexy shit!

"Well, without the stains, nothing much is new with you except your double the-size ego," she sarcastically answered. Shoot... not a good start to an apology.

"Are you sure bravey, how about this ring, something' I found?," he cynically asked.

"Hey that's mine, give it back dork-head!," I said and start to pull his hand down. He pinned my shoulder on the locker door stopping me from gripping his hand.

"Not so fast laundry girl, the only way for you to get this, is if you pull it out of my finger using your mouth, that would teach you not to fuck with me!," he seriously said.

This guy is a serial nutcase!

"Seriously pal, you're starting to annoy me, so before I got pissed kindly give that back to me!," I warned him.

"Tsk...tsk..tsk...patience is a virtue Ana," he said laughingly.

To HELL with apology.

"Not now it isn't, asshole," I whispered to him, then poured the melted orange Slurpee on his spotless shirt.

Next thing I knew its not just Christian but some of his pig-headed friends running after me. I looked back at them.

"Oink! Oinks!, you'll never catch me!," I screamed as I run faster and faster.

"You bitch! this shirt is hand-stitched!...hand-stitched!.. do you hear me!...this time you won't get away with this!" he screamed back at me.