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On the surface, the city of Goldmist seems too wealthy for a girl like Sarah.
Little did she know that, after a shocking night, her life will change forever.
She will discover that...
"It's my mother's!" he shouted. An expression of profound sadness came over his face. "For some years things with my father haven't been going well, so she is stuffed full of this crap. I take it to prevent her from overdosing on it."
I wanted to slap myself.
I couldn't get anything right.
He stood there looking lost and I realized that he just wanted to spend an evening with friends without thinking about his mother's problem.
"I'm sorry," I uttered the most obvious phrase, hoping it was also the most appropriate, "I had no idea that it might not be yours."
"It's been going on since I was thirteen, I'm used to it," he shrugged. "What I can't get used to is you always judging people before you know the facts. It's true, most Union Hills students are rich kids that don't respect people who aren't like them, but we're not all like that. You have to start accepting it."
"Now I believe you, Jay," I said softly. "There's just one thing I don't get: why did you take me home that Sunday morning? We didn't even know each other."
"You can be really dumb," he sighed. "I reckon there's only one way to convince you."
As the piano and violins blended magically in the ballad that echoed through the hall, Jay put his left hand on my hip while his right glided gently to the nape of my neck, causing every inch of my skin to tingle to the rhythm of the music.
Now not only could I smell the scent of the sea but I could also hear the faint sound of the waves, accompanied by joyful birdsong.
His hand spread in my hair and pushed my lips towards his, half-open. For a moment, my eyes were lost in his, which shone like two pieces of amber that had multiple suns trapped within them. Our noses brushed innocently before moving alongside each other. Our moist lips were now a fraction of an inch apart. My mind began thinking about a thousand different things until I ordered it to stop. For the first time in my life, I didn't want to think about anything.
And I managed it.
I placed my hand on the back of his neck and was able to confirm what I'd thought for two years: his hair was incredibly soft, like precious silk to which only emperors had access. I looked at him admiringly before closing my eyes and abandoning myself to the mercy of events.
"I took you home because you're a special girl, Sarah" he whispered, causing me to gasp and shiver with excitement. "I took you home because I've always liked you."
For years I had dreamed of my first kiss and now it was about to happen. I could feel that the vibe was totally different from that during the kiss we'd exchanged at the Country Club.
His pillowy lips touched mine, in a tender pure-white kiss.
I felt like I was in heaven, and knew that I would take the memory of that moment to the grave.
His body was now pressed against mine, ever closer.
Whispered words, the exchange of saliva and a heart that raced like mad.
I felt like an angel, his angel.
Was this love?
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We spent a magical evening together. Katrina and her girlfriends had already started gossiping about us, which made me realize that difficult days lay ahead. Kiki rejoiced at the news, though she was sad to have lost her bet that Dick would win. The latter had disappeared after the strange blackout. While I was letting Kiki and Jay have a second go with Esmeralda the fortune teller, I headed outside to get some air. It was gone eleven and the air was already cold and damp. I took a long walk on the lawn which led to a square a few minutes away from where the party was being held. When I arrived, I noticed that a boy was seated on the ground at the foot of a white wall.
"Dick?" I asked, approaching.
He sat there, back to the wall, with his head resting on his legs, which he'd brought to his chest.
I shook his shoulder cautiously with my hand, thinking he might be sick. In response, he raised his head abruptly and lifted the almost empty bottle that was hidden between his legs. He took what remained and turned to me with his eyes closed.
"This is my wall," he said, elongating his vowels a little too much.
A breath smelling of rum came out of his mouth, confirming my impression that he was drunk.
