Not sure why I love you

Unknown p.o.v: "Where is she? She said she'd be here by now." I paced around the room, Danny trying to calm me down, failing miserably. "You need to calm down and breathe." The look he got shut him up, I wasn't sure whether it was for understanding or pity. He kept on handing me soothing words, none of which I was paying attention to, until the knock on the door. The entire room stilled for a period of time. Opening the door, I expected someone else. *Where is she?* "Samantha, what are you doing here?" Mute. Nothing. Why won't she f*****g talk so she can leave. But I feared the worst, but my anger would interrupt me as I spoke. "Are you okay? Did you wanna tell me something or are you just going to stand there like a mute b***h?" See, I have anger issues, but Samantha seemed to find her tongue, when she snapped back. "Well actually I'm fine, I just came to drop something off." Pulling a letter put of her bag, she hands it to me. My finger grazed the rough material. "Who's it from?" "Nicole said I had to give it to you.", "And where is she?" By now Daniel was next to me, the letter in his hand. "Why the f**k would she wanna see your damn face? I'm just a delivery girl, so don't think I'll wanna tell you something you don't actually want an answer to. Bye asshole, bye Daniel." *That stung like a b***h, but I deserved it.* "You want me to open it?", "No. I have to read this alone. Just leave, all of you out!" Few of my friends gave groans of irritation, but most gave sympathetic looks, not that it mattered, I needed to read this letter. My house was deserted, my family had left me here to wallow in my own sadness. Opening the letter, I read aloud: 'Dear Aydan When I....' When I was done reading, I threw it on my bed, screaming a dictionary of curses. I won't let her slip like this: "Like hell it's on Nicole Larsson."