sunsets with jude

chapter 8 - purple

chapter 8 / purple

Concentrating on my Spanish homework is harder than making my dog get off my bed at night. My parents and Abbey aren't home, but it's impossible to focus after stalking a pretty girl's Instagram posts, but I manage to knock out the study guide without my incompetent teacher. 

After I'm done, I cave in and take out my phone so I can see Emi's gorgeous smile. I open Instagram and her pictures are the first thing to appear. My mouth almost waters when I lay eyes on her.

Birthday girl, the caption reads on her most recent post. On April 24, she wore a dark purple dress that hugged her in all the right places along with a tiara. 

She's not just the queen for her birthday, she's a whole ass goddess. I scroll down to find a compilation of her swimsuit pictures that confirm my opinion. Running a hand through her wet curls, she smiles, and I can't decide if the setting sun or Emi in her eggplant two piece is more gorgeous.  My gaze travels to her plump frame, thick thighs and all.

With her rocking purple in her last two pictures, I'm convinced it's her color.

Before I come across some photos of her playing her favorite sport, I receive a snapchat from her.  My heart rate goes from zero to full on pounding when I stare into those pools of dark brown in her eyes. I also realize her dark hair is no longer straightened. It's like my longing to see her long curls motivated her to bring them back. I send her a picture of the Spanish homework I abandoned and re-open her posts. 

My home? Behind home, accompanies a photo of her wearing catcher's gear during a game. When I took pictures at her games, I should've paid attention to her swinging the bat instead of admiring her cute butt.

Did I just confess that?

I sigh and turn my phone over so I can focus on my work. Straight A's and social media don't mix, so that's why I didn't get it until recently.

Emi is making it hard to maintain my report card by replying instantly. I reluctantly pick up my phone to see her reply and it doesn't look like any work will get done.

The mirror selfie she blessed my eyes with makes that cage full of butterflies in my stomach open right back up. This time, someone threw the key from here to the Keys and I don't think I'll see it any time soon.

In all seriousness, what I just saw is superior to every picture on her Instagram page. If she's breathtaking in purple, I can't even begin to describe how stunning she is in the white two piece she's currently wearing. Her hair is in a messy ponytail, the fact it's out of her face giving me a better view of her face. 

Oh wow, I impulsively text. After my finger touches the send button, I feel like a fool. I sound like a pervert and she might think her neighbor's a creep. 

We were chatting over our favorite drink and she even hit on me, but I doubt she sees me as anything more than her first class ticket to passing tenth grade. I tear up at the thought of it, but get a grip shortly after. 

Shortly after, she replies. I'm hesitant to open it because of the circumstances, but my curiosity gets the better of me.

You're the sweetest :)

She doesn't think I'm a pervert, I let out a sigh of relief and tap on what she sent me after. Once again, her smile fills the screen and my heart.

~ 

It's been, I don't know, a few minutes since Tori started trying to talk to Jade. "So, how did track go?"

"Pretty good, man. What about softball?"

"Emi keeps me in check every day."

Jade winks at me, placing two wet glasses of Dr. Pepper on the table. "Exactly like Coach Al. Bossy as hell, but the nicest teammate." She agrees, referring to the time my mom coached us in elementary school.