"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Emara Stone
"Say Mac and Cheese.."
Flash blinds me and I blink a few times, before checking the picture.
"It's cute. Let's take another snap without the gown and hat." Moly suggests and we all take off our graduation robe and this ridiculous square hat.
"Emara.." Alyson whispers my name, pointing behind me. "Someone is continuously staring at you."
I casually turn around to see Ryan standing there with his tycoon dad, gawking at me like I am some rare artefact he missed at an auction.
Take your STD eyes somewhere else, bitch!
I scowl, doing a dramatic hair flip for maximum effect, but making sure to show off the backless design of my dress to give him something to cry about on his way back to home.
"Let's all pout together." I suggest and we get back to clicking the best picture of graduation, that I ain't ever going to look at.
"Stay in touch." Moly says, and I pass a smile, "Sure!" Before walking off towards my family, knowing very well that we might never meet again.
As I approach my parents, I find them deeply engrossed in a conversation with another family.
"Here she is." My mother says excitedly, causing all the eyes to turn towards me.
"Oh my dear Emara, you have grown up so much." The woman smiles while giving a full-body head to toe scan.
Thanks, I have been stretching myself.
"Do you remember Henry?" She points to her side and my heart skips a beat after hearing the name.
Henry... Cavill?
I whip my head to the right, expecting to see a six foot tall masterpiece of a man with chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes of a Greek God.
But no.
What I see is the Walmart version of Henry Cavill, if it were on clearance sale.
He is perfectly average, has brown eyes, ungroomed unibrows, curly beard, no jawline that could cut glass, and no sexy smile that could make me wet.
You know.. Just your standard, normal guy.
I swallow the disappointment and force a smile, "Oh, yeah.. Henry. Hi!"
I have absolute no flying-pigeon-idea who this guy is!
"I still remember how little you were, and so fierce, God! I tell you.. One day Ethan and Henry got into a fight, and he pushed Ethan a little." The woman starts telling some childhood story that I have zero clue of.
"Emara saw this and she ran like a Cheetah, tackled Henry to the ground, got on top of him and started beating him while screaming 'How dare you hit my brother!' She was hilarious."
