Georgia's Last Words

Chapter One

  Chapter One

    “Wait, so let me get this stuff straight. You liked him and yet you listened to a whole summer of this Cooper boy’s conquest with girls? And nothing happened?” My roommate gives me the skeptical eye of someone who doesn’t believe a word I just said.

    “The last night we were together, we said goodbye and then he went home and I sat in my room. Next morning I was off before he was even awake.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but I barely knew this girl.

    Her name is Haley. She’s eighteen years old and majoring in Biochemistry. She came from Boston, a big city girl who knows her way around the city. You look at her and automatically you know, she’s a rich girl with a thousand credit cards to satisfy her “needs”.

    From her sun bleached hair to her designer bag, she has rich girl spelled across her forehead. Even if she had on thrift store clothes, the perfect teeth would give her away. She could be a nice person, but right now, she’s just a rich little daddy’s girl.

    The truth is, I didn’t want to tell her the truth. I don’t want to tell anyone the truth. I want it for myself, to hold onto until a day comes that I let go of it. For you see what happened that night wasn’t innocent child’s play. He kissed me and I kissed him back.

    It was one of those sweet kisses, not passionate, but not just a small peck on the lips. I felt like we were saying goodbye without a single word.

    Then we laid down in my bed and fell asleep. It was nothing more than his arm around me with all our clothes on. When I woke up that morning he was gone and there was only a letter left in his place.

    The paper was tucked in between two pillows. It wasn’t terribly long, but it wasn’t short. I can remember my heart beating faster, and the disappointment of an empty bed. There was the fraction of hope, that maybe he was going to say he was coming with me, if only for a day. Though, it was only simple wishful thinking.

    For it was a goodbye letter, it wasn’t just goodbye. It was the truth about our summer. The stories he told to make me jealous, the nights he wished to just kiss me under the stars, and the mornings he’d wake up just to watch me take my first step into the fresh air only to watch the first smile on my face for the day. He confessed that he regretted not kissing me sooner. And that I was more than the girl next door, but I was actually the girl he dreamt about before he had even met me.

    The truth was he had fell for the girl that listened to his endless stories about girls he never thought about. I was the girl who gave him the best lemonade in an ice cold glass at the end of every summer day. He fell for me and never did a thing about it.

    His name is Cooper and he lives clear across the country and I’m no longer the girl next door.

    “Yo! Skylar are you in there?” Haley waves her hand in front of my face.

    “Yeah,” I say, sighing.

    “What are you thinking so deeply about?”

    “Nothing, nothing at all.”

    Haley gives me a weird look, but shrugs it off. Grabbing my hand she pull me off my bed and out our dorm room. Without a word she leads and I follow. At this point I’ll settle for anything that’ll take my mind off the boy from small town Georgia.

    “So tell me something, why New York? You’re obviously from somewhere south. Life must have been sweet and simple, so why busy old New York?” Haley has finally slowed down to a walk.

    “I don’t know, I want to open my own little boutique one day and it seemed like here I could see the fashion everyday and get the education all at once. Now, though I really don’t know why.” My mind drifts back to my small town. My heart hasn’t left there yet, keeps me grounded in this crazy place.