Summer had passed. The long days where I hanged out with my friend eating ice cream under the sun with the music at its maximum volumen: ended. I was quite distant towards my family this summer, I rarely saw my brother (indeed I spend more time with his best friend- who had become my close friend too- Eric) both my brother and him were eighteen, seniors this year.
Eric really made me laugh, he worked at the club where I swam, so we hanged out a lot together. This summer I discovered I was surprisingly good at something I loved: getting myself in the water and swiming amazingly rapidly to find myself in the other end of a pool. I swam fast, letting the water clean my mind, and as I got in the sound faded away while my arms moved with strength making me advance through the water, it was quite impressing. I loved how I could escape from anything by swimming, it seemed nothing would be able to reach me- and that- felt fantastic. Swimming gave me lots of advantages, I’m became a lot skinner with much more remarked curves and as it was summer my skin was completely tanned. I was ready to start this New Year… but something was holding me on.
The bracelet. If it wasn’t for that damn thing I would be convinced that all my fairytale in Paris had been just a dream. But as I had hard proof that the bracelet was not invisible, I could still dream of Evan. As I said, just dream because the hopes of believing he was going to my same school decreased as the summer passed.
Nate had got his driving license this summer and though his car was crap, I’d accept going with him to school. He is very moody during the morning so we didn’t talk much except for our fight about what music to put on the radio.
The common first day of school started as I seated in the school’s hall near a group of senior girls talking about this new guy who was… damn. Evan. As the gossip girls mentioned a sexy new French guy I catught sight of Evans dark eyes. Fuck. I was totally screwed. How could this be happening? It wasn’t fair how I spend all the summer convincing myself I would never see him again just to find him, right there, just a few meters away from me. I quickly hide in my chair praying god for him not to find me in the crowd of pupils.
The welcome speech was almost over and gratefully Evan hadn’t still found me. I jumped from my seat as quickly as I could (probably stepping on everybody) to hide myslef in somewhere safe…When I was caught. He had found me. Now the corridors were a mess filled by students, so I only could barely hear his sweet arrogant voice calling me.
“Cece… Cece! Stop walking away and…” he was getting near, so I simply started running. I tripped over some class mates and push some bony girls in the corner, but I had successfully escaped and get in my class. I was now safe.
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I had actually forgotten how I hated math’s, my first subject on Monday’s morning and my brain was already dead. I was so distracted I didn’t realize I’d actually went out to of the class room for break time, a very vulnerable place were Evan could find me…
“Hey babe why aren’t you running now?” and that was it, I had just been caught by him.
“Running, why would I run?” I said stupidly.
“Oh excuse me, maybe is just my imagination sorry” he said with demons eyes.“So how much did you miss me?” he finished saying.
“Who told you I’d miss you?” I said challenging.
“Nobody had to, I just know it” he said with a smirk.
“Ha! You´d wish!” I answered letting out a sarcastic laugh.
“Oh don’t lie, you can’t fool me; I know back in your room you spend hours drooling about me…” he responded practically eye-raping my body as I got closer to him until our bodies were almost presses together, I dedicated him a one-sided smirk as his gaze went down to my lips.
“You’ll never know” I whispered in his ear devilishly. We had a heavy staring-session between each other before I backed off and started walking away; already knowing he would be shocked about my abrupt response. Oh, how I loved to tease him when he didn´t expected it… I counted my step number 6 when I felt his hand reaching mine’s as an attempt to stop me.
I chuckled at his reaction to my trick.
“Meet me at lunch” he said with a begging tone. “Please”.
I adopted the best defiant face I had, and answered him: “Maybe”.
Eric´s P.O.V
My eyes were heavy; I practically slept all our literature period. At the corner of the corridor I saw Cece and I was about to go and talk to her when some figure appeared right next to her. It was a boy, though I didn’t know him… ah yes! He was that new guy in the other class every girl was drooling about… wait, he was my same age, so why was he talking to Cece? She was a sophemore, and he was new and a senior, I could ’t see the reason he should be talking to a girl that much younger than him… suddenly they got extremely and un-comfortably close. As I got closer to find out what the hell was that guy doing, Cece had left him and the new guy´s attention was now in another spot, he was looking at… Jason?
Jason had a annoyed look in his face, so though I was still shocked by the situation I decided to go and asked Jason what was his problem. The mysterious guy had disappeared yet as soon as I reach Jason he told me: “Did you just see what I saw? What is that freaking boy Evan even thinking?” he said amazed with anger in his voice.
“Evan?” I said distracted trying to catch up.
“Yeah that’s the guy’s name; he is in my class, idiot. You didn’t saw how he looked at her? Why is even Cece near that kind of stupid, and you realized how close they got…” his fury voice was interrupted by the booming sound of bell to go to class. Jason just looked at me and madly walked into his classroom.
Cece´s P.O.V
Evan had successfully dragged me into a table were we had lunch.
–“So after you left I found this creepy blond guy staring at me with a –I’m going to kill you- look. Any idea of who he was?” I heard Evan asking me as I started eating my sandwich.
“Too bad Evan, first day and someone apart from me desires to kill you” I said making fun of him.
“Oh honey you have other desires towards me plus I’m talking serious” he said laughing.
“I think it was Jason” I commented flattly without wanting to bring the topic importance.
“Yes, and Jason is…?” he asked innocently, but I knew he wanted to know if I had some kind of relation with him.
“Jason is no one important” I assure him.
Jason? Who was he? Though I was really being stupid by asking myself that questions I was totally distracted by the fact Jason was mentioned. I wasn’t lying to Evan, though I wasn´t telling him the complete truth. I had known Jason probably more than anyone had, and he knew me as well as I knew him. When we were two little kids I remembered playing with him a lot, he knew what I feared and what it made me laugh. My brother and him were the best besties I had ever knew, they did everything together and they had all these crazy ideas the included me too and were the funniest shit I had ever done. Maybe that is called childhood, but I remember the nights we camped in my garden or the movies we saw when we woke up. We also spend our holidays in the beach like two summers because our parents were friends. Through all that, I developed an enormous crush for him. Though we were too little I still remember how he made me laugh and I loved how he cared about me.
So why did I said he was no one? Well the thing was that the years that follow weren´t such a rainbow. He started dedicating too basketball, so my brother and him couldn´t see often as he was continuously practicing, making new friend form his team. And a simple as that was how we broke apart, as the moths passed and we didn´t talk, all of a sudden we were strangers. I think I talked to him like three times in six years. Now I am a real expert at hiding how muchu it hurts to remember what could have been if we hadn´t faded away. It was hard at the begginig, but now I suerly forgot him, though I didn´t like him to be mention. He had left many scars when he was gone.
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My First Crush
Genç Kurgu“It’s okay dear Cinderella it´s not 12 yet”- he said pulling me closer to him. “Really my name is Cece, umm….” I said kind of asking him his name. “Nice to meet you, Cece my name is Evan”. So he was call Evan… “I guess you have something very imp...