Fifth grade was the worst year of my life. My parents divorced, we moved, and the fact that all my friends were now miles and miles away from me.
It felt like a punishment when my mother stuffed me in that car and drove off into the sunset. It should've been enjoyable according to the fairytales. The sunset rides were always the best and yet, I felt trapped. Caged inside this car, inside these stupid seat belts, and most of all, inside this family.
Little did I know, fate had other plans for me.
Through that move, I met a boy.
He turned out to be my first crush. He was thin, had hair that fell in soft waves over his forehead and his eyes could pin you in place. He was charming most of all, devious and confident. It lasted months, the wanting, the harmless little comments and even the blushing. He was imprinted into my head, my soul, my heart. My innocent little heart felt full as the feelings of a first crush filled me to the brim.
By sixth grade, he was gone. A fleeting inkling in my life. Slowly, whatever hold he had on me, left. I never expected to see him again though he made reappearances in my life. There were so many instances in which I dared myself to believe that it was him. That he had come back to save me from my raging mother and her idiotic, alcholic boyfriend. He never came.
Not that year at least.
By eleventh, I had grown. That sweet little innocent heart was sweet no longer and whoever I had used to be, was also gone. But it was one day, one afternoon that changed everything. We were all heading to gym, the whole swarm of high school kids crossing the parking lot. Myrah chatted beside me, her freckled cheeks apparent under the shine of her glasses. Her curls trailed out behind her and whatever she was saying completely lost its importance to me as we neared the large doors.
It was him.
It was definitely him.
It couldn't be anyone else.
I walked cautious steps toward him, the horde of students seemed to slow, or was that my imagination? Myrah glanced at me, her eyes huge against the frame of her glasses. She clutched my wrist, shaking me slightly and when I blinked, we were right in front of him.
His eyes met mine and they were as clear as ever.
The type of brown that when reflected in the correct light, held specks of gold that were hidden treasures. His lips parted and his head tilted until it dawned on him and any confusion that he had held, dissipated. He was leaner now, muscle filling out his shirt. His hair was still jet black, falling onto his forehead. He leaned casually against the door as students rushed past and my heart skipped a beat.
He exhaled and combed a hand through his hair.
Myrah whispered furiously in my ear.
"Adonis." Was what came out instead. His eyes held no doubt but so much intensity it scared me. A shiver ran down my spine and before he could say anything, someone shoved into me and I was stumbling into the lobby, leaving him behind.
"No," Myrah whispered. I peered at her, still in shock. She was staring back at me, looking over her shoulder as if she had seen a ghost. And perhaps she had. She's been my best friend since 9th grade, her attitude and personality contrasted mine in every way but I suppose we grounded each other when needed. I told her everything including my first crush. Her face was still stuck in surprise when she took my arm and led my into the gym, the cool air calming my tingly skin.
"It's him," I whispered. "It's him, Myrah."
She laughed, the sound like honey.
"Fate. How funny, oh love, you are all hot. What? Don't tell me you just fell in love again?" She asked, making kissy faces. I pushed her aside, a smile on my face now.
No, of course not. How silly. He was a boy I had known for a year and though he left, he had been nothing but a friend. And I had many of those including my most precious one at my side right now. So why did I keep looking back? Waiting for him to come talk to me?
We weren't kids anymore, I certainly couldn't expect him to treat me as he had in fifth grade.
No matter how appealing he was now.
My skin heated again and Myrah and I, rushed into the locker room. She fussed and tended to my hair, mocking my dead ends. I batted her hands away, tying up my hair as she sighed dreamily.
"I so envy your hair... that color is so pretty. What was it again?" Asked Myrah. I could tell she was being kind, drawing my attention away. I took the bait.
"Ash brown? I'm not sure, the stylist gave me a palette and I chose. Oh, you should dye your hair! You would look so nice!" I cooed. Myrah grimaced, turning away as I laughed. We both knew how much she hated the idea of bleach and my hair was proof enough to her.
When we entered the gym, Myrah waved good-bye as we split ways. Another reason this was my least favorite class, I didn't have Myrah with me. Sighing, I walked absent-mindedly to my side of the court.
Adonis is here.
Why is Adonis here?
He looks good.
Well.
He's grown.
Adonis-
I slammed into someone, a soft "oof" falling from my lips as I tripped over air. I saw the flash of slightly tanned skin reach out but it was too late, I was already crashing to the floor, my hands taking most of the impact.
"Shit, Alana!"
I blinked, the blur was starting to fade at least.
Humiliation, bone-rotting humiliation. I closed my eyes and willed for everything to go away but as a voice reached me, my eyes fluttered open.
Adonis was in front of me.
My wacko brain malfunctioned.
Why is Adonis here?
Because he bumped into you, you dumbass!
He was kneeling, hands gripping my arms and shaking me. His eyes were wide with a weird sense of fright. I wanted to laugh and tell him a fall couldn't shake me but I was in too much of a daze.
Oh, he must think I was seriously demented.
A whistle blew and any fog in my brain, lifted. I scrambled to my feet, my cheeks turning warm as he followed. He was a good few inches taller than me, his eyes never once straying from mine.
"Sorry," he said, hands dropping.
I missed the warmth immediately.
"It's okay. I should probably-" I stopped talking and instead pointed to Coach Briar. He was staring and not in an amusing way. Adonis turned, his expression turning slightly amused as he realized everyone was watching.
"Sorry again," he whispered as I walked past. I couldn't even make my mouth work long enough to reply. I glanced up only once to see Myrah and she was shaking her head at me, laughing.
I groaned.
Humiliating.
I looked over and a pair of brown eyes with startling golden flecks found mine.
My heart started pounding.
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Author's note:
Hi everyone! This is my first non-kpop story that I've put out and I really, really hope you enjoy.
(I deleted all my other stories because I hated them ha)
Anyway, comment if you have anything you'd like to say and thank you for reading! 💗
