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I'm pretty sure Enzo doesn't even know I exist. I'm sure, 'cause he was always with the "popular" ones on high school, and I'm anything but popular. Actually, I am from the excluded group of school, you know, those who are ignored.
Not because I'm weird or a nerd, or anything, it's just because I never gave a fuck to those groups that just talk about stupid things and those girls that just think about boys, make up and nails. Blarg!
I do those things like applying some make up, doing my nails, taking care of my hair, but I just can't stand people that life's all about it.
I always liked cars, martial arts, basketball, those activities that usually guys like. I know, it's my father's fault, being the only child and a girl had to be enough for him, so he brought me to everywhere, always when he had to fix his car, or his friend's cars, or buy car stuff on stores, he really liked to equip his car on weekends while my mom was cleaning the house. He brought me everywhere so I ended up liking those things.
Some dumb people thought I was lesbian, but believe, I'm not, I like guys a lot to actually be one, even though I think I scared some guys that was flirting with me, you know, I won't let them use me to say to their friends that he's hooking up with me while I just wait until he decides if we'll have a relationship or not, so after the first date and some making out sessions, I usually ask if we're going to be in a relationship or not, if the guy runs away, awesome! I didn't want to waste my time on things that will get to nothing.
But Enzo were different from the other guys you know, I've never seen him with those stupid girls at school, thoses bitches were always around him batting those fake lashes to him, but I've never seen him kissing anyone like some of his friends loved to do.
He was always friendly with anyone, always educated, a really nice guy, and handsome! Believe me when I say, he has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I will never forget the day I saw those eyes closely.
We were at physical education, I was a sophomore, and he was a senior. Here in Japan, on foreign schools all the high school students used to make PE together. He was playing volleyball with the guys from his class, and suddenly they hit me in the back while I was playing volleyball in a circle with my colleagues on the courtshide beside them. With the impact I got scared and jumped, most for the suddenly impact than from the pain, so he came to ge the ball back and say sorry.
"Ouch!" I turned around after something suddenly hit me in the back, that was when I saw him, Enzo Abiatti Yoshida! I almost fainted.
"Gomen, are you okay?'' I just nodded, not knowing what to answer back.
"I'm sorry, those dumbass guys threw the ball too hard and it went to the wrong direction, I hope you didn't got hurt." He said poiting to his friends while catching the ball on the floor, they were standing watching us waiting for him and I all saw were his blueish green eyes staring at me.
"Daijyobu, it was nothing." I said thinking that I must've look like an idiot looking at him as if he was a greek god, when actually he really looked like one.
"Ok then, I'll make them be more carefull." He smiled at me and went back to play with his friends.
And that was the only time that we talked, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even remember me, but if I had any doubts that I was already in love with him just by seeing him around school, after that day I was sure, I was definitively in love with that guy, a platonic passion for sure, that I thought would pass with time, but these things are shit, and it didn't passed after all these years.
Here I am in the first year of college and still think about that guy all the time, I'm not the stalker kind, but I usually look at his social media, come on, who doesn't do that?
He had a girlfriend on the last year of high school, a girl called Amanda Sato.
You know, that kind of girl that everybody likes to be around, the kind that has the perfect hair, perfect body, is nice with everybody, but from the first sight I felt that she wasn't what she appeared to be, like when you see someone and feel that her isn't a good person, I don't know why or how but I felt it, she was by Enzo's side on the aisle with their friends, I was putting some stuff on my locker when I felt someone looking at me, I looked at her direction and she was staring at me, I didn't know why, or even how she saw me, but I felt chills, and the bad ones, those that you feel when you're watching a horror movie, or walking alone at night in a dark street.
Now, I just know that he's attending to medical college, sometimes I see him from afar on campus, on my classes exchanges. I am attending to letters with a degree in English and Portuguese, and I'm pretty busy with my course since I just started this year, the college it's on the same city that we used to study on high school, so I didn't had to move from my parent's house, which is fine 'cause I like to live with them, we're really close.
Today's classes were fine, I had some Portuguese and English literature, which Portuguese is a little boring but I still like it though.
As always after my classes I'm going to a Starbucks that we have inside the campus luckily 'cause I freaking love Starbucks, it's a little pricey, but the taste really worth it. I'll meet with my class mate and recent friend Michelle, from what I know from her until now she's really nice, she has that nice vibe that makes you feel fine around her you know, and I feel that we'll be good friends, I don't know why but I just have this feeling.
I am entering the Starbucks while choosing some music on my phone when I suddenly hit something, or someone.
-"I am really sorry!" I said rapidly looking upwards to see who I've hit. My mouth almost fell open.
-"Oh, daijyobu! It was nothing, really. Wait, didn't I know you from somewhere? I think we've met before..." He's staring at me curiously, and I don't know what to answer, like what? 'Hey, yeah, I know you from high school, but you actually don't know me, I just kept staring at you all these years 'cause I'm secretly in love with you, so what's up?' Surely not!
"I don't think so." I said looking at him like I didn't like this guy for well, a few years. I walked in to the coffee shop passing thru him going straight to Michelle without looking back. She is looking at me with bulge eyes, as like my skin was green with pink polka dots.
"Liv, here's you vanilla frappuccino. Wait, wasn't that Enzo Abbiati? The guy that you're in love with since the beggining of time?" She's staring at me shocked while passing me my drink.
"Thank you! Yeah, that's him. Hey, don't say it out loud, what if someone hear you? I'll be the joke of the year! Mish guess what?! He somehow asked if we've met before, he somehow recognized me."
"Oh, really? And you said what??" She clapped her hands and almost squealed in excitement looking at me curiously, I rolled my eyes at her excitement.
"Calm down Mish, what could I say? That I watch him since high school? Obviously not, I said that I don't think we've met before." I said sipping my frappuccino looking at her blankly.
So guys, this was my first chapter from my first book! I hope you liked, I'm really sorry from my grammatical mistakes, I'm still learning so please try to ignore them, and feel free to correct me if you see some, and also feel free to send questions, I'm just starting but would be cool to get suggestions for the characters, the title and everything else, but please keep in my that this is my first story, so I don't think it will be a genial masterpiece.
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