The Wrong Right One!

Damon Priestley

August 2015 

Michael and I are getting married in few months. It's weird how I've dreamt of the perfect wedding with the perfect guy always and it's scary when it's actually happening . I take my notepad to make a list of the things to be done for the wedding while I get a strange gut feeling that we might not get there at all. 

August 2005

After Mr. Watson left the class, everybody else started to leave one by one but I'm planning to stay back a little longer if Damon wanted to talk. Obviously I'm not expecting him to but if he wants to , he might as well. I pretend to arrange my bag for some time and I see him walking towards the door. I think to myself that this guy's attitude is not changing whatsoever and I'm pretty sure I have the evil look on my eyes with weird eyebrows. He turns all of a sudden and I instantly manage to get rid of my evil look and I take a breath as he smiles nodding his head looking down. His smooth hair is also moving when nods and he leaves after his signature wink. I start thinking of the first time I met the famous Damon Priestley.

Damon became instantly popular on his first day at the school. Everywhere I went , everything that people especially girls were capable of talking was about how nice Damon was and his good looks, which was quite annoying. I dodged meeting him for some time but eventually I did bump into him. He was (he still is) really good at making new friends that by the time I met him he already was part of a gang. "And this is Emma Carlyle", said Ben , one of the boring mutual friends , pointing his hand at me while I was standing there with my hands folded , quickly observing the ability of people to like someone in a blink. I won't be exaggerating if I said that Damon looked like he was a part of the gang for years and I felt like the new one there. 

Everybody liked Damon as he was extremely nice to all of them except one person, Me. I was not really nice to him either because I don't believe in the act of one person being genuinely nice to everyone they meet. Neither do I believe in instant friendships or relationships. 

"Waiting to see how many are going to stick around when that nice person mask starts tearing apart", were my exact first words to him with my evil eyes and a raised left eyebrow. 

"Looking at the number of people with you I can surely guess that you have some experience in the area", were his exact first words to me except he was smiling when he said those. And that's how Emma vs Damon started.   

We have basically fought for every single thing in and outside of the class. Every assignment, every project, every assessment , every competition , ultimately came down to Emma vs Damon. Sometimes we've even fought who is the better friend to some of our mutual friends. I could say that I've won more times than I've lost but one might not want to hear his version of the success story , 'cause I'm sure he'd prove that he had won in almost everything. Damon is the epitome of self loathing and that's one of the big reasons I moved from not-liking him to hating him in few days. "Yeah, I'm A-mazing ", are his victory words with an annoying smile and that irritating attitude. I come back to the real world as my phone vibrates with a new message.

MOMMA BEAR 

WHERE ARE YOU ?

I realize that she will be waiting outside of the school to pick me and rush out immediately. She is throwing me a birthday party in an hour at our house , along with some of my friends and family. 

My sixteenth birthday party theme is Pink and I'm wearing a knee-length baby pink satin dress which has small white stones on the border near the knee. There's full length transparent lace on the left sleeve and the right side is sleeveless. I put on my earrings and go down to see the decoration. All my friends and few family members are already here , most of them dressed in pink based colors. They all shout happy birthday to me as I walk towards the cake noticing that the balloons are a mixture of pink & silver , which are really bright. I cut the heart shaped chocolate cake with strawberry frosting while few balloons were burst and my friends shout HAPPY 16 , EMMA...... !

Everybody left after the party and I go running to my room towards the most favorite part of birthdays - Opening gifts ! There are lots of boxes and gift bags , and I hastily start opening one by one. There's a black dress from Rachel, there's make-up from Katherine, there's chocolate from Chris and there's a box wrapped in purple without any name in it. I open it immediately and I see there's a pencil drawing of me, laminated in glass. It looks so beautiful and feels really personal to me. While I'm wondering who'd give such a thoughtful present without mentioning their name , I see there's also a greeting inside the gift box. It read, " Couldn't think of a gift that's prettier than your face. So, smile wide like you smile in this picture always. Happy Birthday, beautiful".  I gasp realizing  that it's from the man himself and I smile.