Parfait (n) 1. a rich cold dessert made with whipped cream, eggs, and fruit. 2. perfect (linguistics)
All Summer wanted was a peaceful summer with her friends and study her dream major in the upcoming fall. Instead, she got a job at the local ice cr...
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Olivia's exact words were "All your insults were only flirty banter but let's talk about something else. You need time to process this."
Well, it's been hours and my brain is still processing it.
I fell asleep wondering why, out of all the boys in the world, I had to crush on Kal. I woke up from a nightmare with my heart sinking to my stomach when I realised that I managed to have a crush on both my boy friends. How twisted is that? To add insult to the injury, my first thought when I woke up was that both these guys have already made out with the same girl.
My chest tightens at the possibility that Kal might still like Sofia. Even the fact that he liked her before makes my eyes sting.
I'm brushing my teeth now, staring at my reflection in the mirror as I do so, counting down from sixty seconds. There's toothpaste all over my lips and Garnier cleansing gel with aloe vera on my face. My hair is up in a bun in an attempt to keep it dry, but my baby hairs are already wet.
I spit in the sink. Kate likes Kal.
I open the tap and gather water in my hands before I drink it and spit again. I set my toothbrush under the running water and make sure to get all the toothpaste out with my thumb.
Kal likes Kate.
When the pink Colgate brush is free of germs, I put it back in its case. Bending down, I splash water on my face before tapping on it gently with my towel. When I'm done, my gaze travels to the mirror. A gasp escapes my mouth.
There's no way Kal likes me.
I take a breath. That's good news, I assure myself. This means nothing will happen and your crush will be long gone before you know it, just like you forgot why you ever liked Alex.
I scoff. Yeah, right. I still remember why I liked Alex. It's because he's sweet and caring, with a child's soul and an adult's seriousness. It's because he's always smiling and bringing peace to our little group. It's because he's supportive of all my aspirations.
A light bulb goes off above my head. What if I never liked Alex? All these qualities make an excellent friend, but they don't necessarily mean I had a crush on him. What if it was all in my head? What if the feeling that Sofia was bad for him made me overprotective and the cables in my brain got mixed up and I thought it was erotic love?
"What are you smiling at?" Eliza asks, leaning against the door frame. "Your own reflection? That's a new level of egoism."
I smile wider. "Yeah, I happen to find myself amazing and every time I catch a glimpse of me, I can't help but smile."
Eliza chuckles. "Okay, a little more self-love never hurt nobody. Now, can you go away? I have to get ready."
