Back to the Beginning

Chapter 7

I'm still staring at his door. I'm literally still standing in the same spot. I've been standing here for 6 minutes with my hand on my right cheek, just staring at their house.

But one thought that passed through my mind took me out of my bubble.

I'm leaving in less than 3 weeks.

I took a sudden step back, blinking several times and let out a breathe, causing fog to make it way out my mouth. My heart fell when I realized this minor setback to what could've been a perfect relationship.

Next thing I know, my feet were starting to drag me home while my mind was running wild with romantically perfect scenarios with Jasper.

Walking on the beach when the sun is setting. A beautiful orange and red shade filled up the sky as he interlocked his fingers with mine, and my breathe gets taken away by his intense deep, blue eyes.

He stops us in our tracks and faces me, and I could feel the cold, fresh salt water washing onto my feet, which were dug deep into the sand. Bringing his hand to the small of my back and pulling my closer, our bodies collided and he was closer than ever.

I closed my eyes, waiting for him to lean in.

Waiting...

Waiting...

Any second now...

I open my eyes, and I recoiled as quickly as possible, seeing that the face in front of me was not the one I was hoping it would be.

I almost flew backwards to the ground when I saw Taylor's big eyes boring into mine. I mentally face-palmed. It seemed obvious that she was trying to catch my attention while I was busy in LaLa Land thinking of Jasper.

I wonder if I did all the things I was doing in my daydream.

"What the hell are you doing?" Taylor looks at me quite worriedly, as if I belonged in a mental hospital.

I look down at me feet, scuffing my feet on the sidewalk and tried to avoid as much eye contact with her as possible. In fact, I almost pushed her to the ground and ran home, which was only a block away now, just to avoid blurting out what I'd just imagined.

I could feel my face turning into the color of a tomato and figured the best thing to do in a situation like this was to act clueless.

"Err, what did-wha- what do you mean?"

Real smooth, Sam.

"Whatever, you're such a weirdo. Why am I friends with you again?" She asks teasingly, and I could tell my face had a relieved expression on it, because Taylor arched an eyebrow at me.

"Ha-ha, very funny."

"So, what were you spacing out about?"

It was then I realized I hadn't told Taylor about the dinner or even the guy I've been thinking about for days.

I stared at her, unsure whether to tell her about Jasper or to just let it go. But then again, if it was her, I'd want her to confide in me.

I looked at her and realized she was still going on with her fancy dress up days. Today, she was simply wearing a skirt, much like mine, and a blouse that was only tucked into the front of the skirt. I wish I had her taste in clothing.

"Cute skirt."

"Don't change the subject." She quickly retorted. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and pursed her lips, and I could see her heeled feet tapping impatiently on the cobblestone sidewalk; waiting for my explanation.