ELMERY
Ya, I definitely am.
I am thinking of that fool everyday now, when I sleep, when I shower, when I study, when I play.
Are you supposed to think of boys this much?
This is getting insufferable, will I be able to face him at the competition today? That song we were working on, was finally done. But he looked very distracted while we were rehearsing, it's like he wanted to say something but he couldn't. I didn't force him though, maybe it was important and he was afraid to say it. What could it be?
I had to look my best today, so I asked my mother for help. She hated my sense of style, every time I try to impress, it always ended in failure. She made me wear a blue dress with long sleeves, curled my hair and braided it, leaving my bangs out in front. Subtle makeup was put on my face- a light lipstick and blush. When I looked in the mirror, my jaw dropped. But then, I smirked.
I was planning to see how Arlen would react to this, would he be awestruck? Would he not care? Will I make him drool over me? Oh, never mind.
My brother dropped me to the venue, it was a huge chapel with pictures of the life of Jesus imprinted on each wall till the altar, mass was going and a list of participants were lined up at the backstage, though I haven't Arlen yet. Where is he?
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I felt like on of those Disney princesses with the prince asking for a dance. My brother had to ruin it, I thought it was going to be a handsome boy with a black suit, a blue tie and to match it all-those stupid adorably looking glasses. Evan nudged me again and said, "Hey look! Isn't that your boyfriend?"
I smacked him on his arm, "I know you aren't holy, but can't you respect the fact that there a mass going on, why did you have to scream? And no, he isn't my boyfriend!" I whisper-yelled.
Evan shrugged, "I mean you both look like you're about to get married so boyfriend doesn't count."
"Uh, you-" I took a deep breath, "Where is he anyway?"
"Are you blind or something? He's right there! Isn't he the one who's short with glasses?"
I looked in his direction, and my eyes were not able to draw away from the boy in front of me.
"Oh, h-hey Elmery, hi Evan. Nice to meet you, I'm Arlen."
He was wearing a blue suit which matched with my dress, a perfectly put blue tie and a whole bottle of hair gel deposited on his hair, he removed his glasses and kept them in his case. He chuckled and asked, "Elmery you can stop staring at me now, I know I look gorgeous."
I laughed, "G-gorgeous? In a million years!"
"Well, you do."
Evan coughed and put an arm around his shoulder, "I like this guy, perfect fit for a hot-head!"
"Why are you still here? Go attend the mass or get out!" I yelled angrily.
"See? Perfect example, I'll get going now. Enjoy!" He flounced off.
I let out a huge grunt, "What an annoyance, I absolutely loathe him."
My words were filled with venom, all the past mistakes of Evan seemed to resurface in my mind. I bit my lip hard enough for it to start bleeding, my right eye twitched.
Arlen obviously noticed my sour mood, "Hey, calm down. I understand how it feels to hate siblings, but you are taking the hate too far. If he's done something wrong, you've have to learn how to forgive."
He emphasized on forgive which made my anger even worse. "Forgive? After all that he has done? How can I feel such a emotion if he doesn't feel the remorse?"
"Remorse? For what? Did you to get in a fight or something? Calm your nerves, ok? We are about to perform, don't get sibling drama into this!"
"Sibling drama?" I scoffed, "Maybe my mother was right, you are like him."
I stormed off before he could say anything, "Wait, wait!" He grabbed my hand, "I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you are talking about. Don't get distracted with such petty things, you have to focus on what's important."
"Don't worry, Arlen," I spat his name out, "I sometimes really wish you weren't in my life. We fight a lot, I've noticed that. And I don't like being with a person who is immature, stupid and oblivious to a situation. Let's just get this competition over with, I can't stand being in your presence anymore." I let go of hand, and waited in line with the other contestants.
I realized at that moment that Arlen was a manipulative jerk. All this while, he was hurting me and apologizing like it was no big deal. He's also got his own set of anger issues, he just didn't show it all the time like I did. If he comes begging for an apology by flirting or nonsense, I wasn't going to fall for it.
Before it was time for us to perform, Arlen took my hand again. "You know, apologizing won't work-"
He kissed my hand.
My hand tingled from the sensation, blood was flowing through my arteries with high speed and pressure. It was the first time, I haven't experienced it before. I was so mad at him, but the anger seemed it flowing out of my body like a river. I knew he was a cunning, shrewd, manipulative piece of dung. But his schemes worked, unfortunately. I couldn't resist. Though that kiss did stimulate my adrenaline, making me swoon like an idiot.
I blushed like crazy, "W-What was that? There are people here-"
"That's what you are worried about? Aren't you going to reciprocate my feelings? I-If you don't, I totally get it..." he muttered.
He was a manipulative jerk.
"Your not playing with me, are you? How are you so cool about it? Why do you keep flirting with me all the time? First you get angry and then you-"
"I'm sorry, it's just my nature. But I have to tell you something-"
"Nothing's new then. You making me freaking mad and then saying sorry-"
"Shut will you? I'm trying to say something!" He cut me off. I raised my eyebrow, he just sighed. "Look, I know you don't me in your life. So don't worry-"
"Elmery George and Arlen D'Silvia! Please come up on stage!" The anchor announced.
"Tell me later, we have a few people to impress." I said confidently as I walked up the stairs.
That's Elmery George signing out!
Arlen will be waiting.
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RomanceElmery George, an 8th grader from St. Anthony, is cold, full of arrogance and is the type of person who can angry at the small little things. On the other hand, Arlen D' Silvia is the short, scrawny, sarcastic and a smile that can infect a crowd-ne...