Alone

Chapter One

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Chapter One

It was my seventeenth birthday and I was wearing a strapless roseate dress which cut off right above my knees and matched the evening sunset. My party was thrown on the last Friday of July in my non-fenced-in backyard and I invited the whole school like I have every year since I turned fourteen. As usual, a bunch of strangers showed up: some annoying and weird, some quiet and shy, and some of the opposite sex lean and hot which I paid most attention to. One of those boys looked like a prince with his tallness, soft-looking brown hair which was nicely styled, and countless freckles implanted throughout his thin but toned body. At first, I couldn't quite catch the color of his eyes since I gaped at him from afar but when the sun started fading away and people started leaving, he caught up with me, being one of the last ones to go. We stood at my front door step as guests bid me goodbyes and happy birthdays. It was then that I could make out his amber-green eyes that sparkled like the bubbly fizz of Mountain Dew.
"Happy birthday, Caroline," he spoke to me in a rough, raspy voice. He didn't seem too enthusiastic about being at a party; however, his smirk was the most enchanting image my eyes have ever come upon.
I'd seen the boy around school. He was the tranquil guy that had tons of friends and made most girls heart-eyed as they slugged around him, attempting to get some type of flirtation in return. Most of the popular guys in our grade were known for their sportiness and their reputation as a player. I knew that this boy was certainly attractive but I never understood why he was considered dreamy. From what I knew, he didn't play sports and that was the only turnoff that I had when it came to guys.
For all of the outlanders at my party, I just nodded and politely smiled when they dismissed my house telling me happy birthday but for the particular guy, I replied to him with a "thank you" while blushing for some reason.
"I had fun," he started while looking down at his Sperries, "I feel bad for being one who shows up that you don't even know. Will I ever get to know more of you other than that you throw sick parties?" He said while handing me his iPhone with his number and contact on the screen that read: Sam.
"Sam?" I questioned to make sure that was him.
"Sam I am," he confirmed, wittily.
I tried to replicate his smirk from earlier and I felt like I had nailed it like an actress simulating a script. I held up my phone that had already been grasped at my side and inserted his number into it while trying to be as unawkward as possible.
Afterward, he winked at me (sensually) and walked to his truck parked on the other side of the block.
Although all guests had left my house, I just stood by the doorway, watching as all of the cars drove away and replayed the scene between Sam and I.
As I laid in bed that night, I tried thinking of the gifts I'd received from my piers. My friend, Kara, from my volleyball team, got me a $50 gift card to my favorite restaurant, The Dock. My parents bought me a knew softball bat which I absolutely adored, along with a hundred dollars. Another friend, Skyler, gave me a necklace with a heart pendant of my birthstone which must have cost him a fortune. He'd always secretly had a crush on me but I thought of him too much as a close friend to date him.
With all of these gifts and more, the only thing on my mind still remained Sam. Every fiber in my body wanted to text him but like an idiot, I demurred. Going on for hours as it seemed, I looked back at his green eyes peering into my hazel ones. I remembered trying to hide them to keep Sam from noticing me trailing his body, looking for an end of his freckles and not being able to find one. I vividly recalled his perfect hair which must've taken a while to fix up and how badly I wanted to run my fingers through it, screwing it up.
My mind raced through that short moment and I thought,
Dammit, Caroline. You didn't even know his name a few hours ago and now you're imagining yourself putting your hands on him?
I took into realization what my conscience was trying to tell me so with the image of his face glued to my skull, I gradually fell asleep.

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