Moments Never To Forget

Chapter One

There are times in your life when you just want to forget about everything, everyone. You feel like shutting everyone out. Remembering anything about him hurts like someone is slowly pulling out the knife he stabbed in my back. Why did I ever fall in love with him? My conscience constantly pricks at me, and I can do nothing about it.

"Ashley, I'm going out on a date with Scott. Will you be fine all by yourself?" Stephanie, my elder sister, asked.

"I'm seventeen Steph! I'm not a baby anymore!" I replied back.

"Oh but you're still my baby sis," she said, with a wink.

"Stop it Steph, you don't wanna take this too far and spoil your mascara," I said.

She took her car keys from the foyer and checked her makeup in the wall mirror for the last time. Steph was beautiful. She had these long, natural lashes, almost as if she had applied false ones. Her cheekbones were perfectly sculpted. She had small, plump lips, attractive enough to keep any boy on the hook. Dressed up like a sexy Barbie in her little black dress, with a low neckline and strappy heels, she strutted towards the door. With a wave, she mouthed 'Be careful!' and drove off in her 2016 Ford Edge.

I sometimes felt jealous of my sister. She was the Queen Bee in college. Steph always scored excellent grades, and was every professor's pet. Having the handsome college quarterback, Scott Jones, the guy every girl dreamed of in bed (except me, I have no attraction towards him. He's my sister's boyfriend after all!), was an extra bonus. How she managed it all, I had no clue.

Yes, I did have a glamorous life too. I still am the leader of the most popular group in the school, but nothing is the same anymore. And it's mostly because of Patrick. Me and Patrick, we were the star couple of Richmond High. But everything came crashing down on me when I slapped him. It hurt more when I came to know that my so called 'friends' knew about his act before me, but decided to keep mum about it.

After closing the front door, I walked over to the living room, sat down on the couch, switched on the TV and flickered through the channels. The Notebook was playing on one of them. It made me remember my first kiss, two years ago. I had invited Patrick over after school as I knew Steph would have left for the library. I made some popcorn while Patrick attached his pen drive to the TV.

"You're gonna love this movie, Ash," he said as I handed him a bowl of popcorn and sat next to him on the couch.

The movie was a slow romance. I liked the film but could not focus completely on it. Patrick was throwing popcorn on me. No sooner had I turned to say, "Patrick! Stop doing that!" he had caught my lips in his. At first, I was surprised but soon got accustomed to his warmth. Patrick knew I had never kissed anyone else before and was gentle. After a minute, he stopped and went back on concentrating on the movie like nothing happened. I knew he was a player back then, still fell for his charming personality. HARD.

Memories of him still hurt me. I told myself, Steph comforted me, that I deserved better, but I had lost a friend, a very close friend, who used to be by my side in pain and laughter, and supported me in every step of my life. Even though we had broken up, I could never get over him. After all, he was my first boyfriend. I felt lonely now, not being able to pour my heart out to anyone.

I went up the stairs to my room and picked up my iPad. I checked Facebook for updates from my 'posh' group. You see, I am the queen bee of the 'brats' group of the school. None of my friends — nah, I don't even consider them as my friends — were sensitive enough to care about each other at a personal and emotional level.

"Oh, you'll get over it soon Ash! Let's go flirt with that cute boy!"

"OMG, you gotta update your relationship status on Facebook to single right now!"

These were the comments made by the girls the day we had broken up.

Flora even walked up to Patrick, sat on his lap, kissed him on the lips and asked, "Now that you two are single, I can do this right?" As if sitting at the same table as Pat even after breaking up wasn't enough. I wanted to push Flora away from Pat and claw her out, but I could not. I 'loved' my group.

Today was a Saturday night. Pics of the party going on at the Charmix club were surfacing on my timeline. Alexa posted a selfie of herself smoking, with the caption,

'Living my Life!' Flora posted a make out session going between Sarah and Cameron. Gregory captioned the pic of two girls kissing him as 'On top of the world!' Everyone was having fun. The pics were calling me. I decided to crash the party.