How to Heal a Broken Heart

CHAPTER ONE: A GLIMPSE AT MY PAST.

"He was my first. He was my last. He was my everything but then, it suddenly disappeared with just one snap of a finger. Just like that."

Like I have said, my name is Elizabeth Michaels, but everybody calls me Liz. I am 18 and a junior at Lancer University.

Today is a sunny Monday morning and I am getting ready for school.

"Hey Jesse! Hurry up! We're going to be late." I shouted from downstairs.

Jesse is my brother, my twin brother to be exact. Older than me, by 1 minute and 23 seconds, and he never gets tired of reminding me or rubbing it in my face every chance he gets.

If we were not twins, some people would probably think we were dating. We're that close, it has always been "us against the world".

"Just a sec. I'll be right down."

"Well, hurry up! I don't want to be late." I told him, as I check my watch, like a thousand times.

"What's the big rush, anyway?" my brother asked, irritated, as he went down the stairs.

"My first class is with Mr. Duvall, and you know how he is with late students." I told him, urging him to move quickly.

Mr. Duvall, one of the scariest teachers at Lancer University. His classroom rules are:

· No talking.

· No moving.

· No breathing.

That would make his favorite student, a dead one. Fitting because he teaches Anatomy.

Well, it's not really his rules, but it feels like it. Once you step into his room, just one look in the eye, and you're totally petrified, you'd rather be dead than alive. So yeah, he's the scariest among all teachers on campus, or maybe even the planet. We can't tell for sure.

"Let's go. Wouldn't want to make you late, sis." Jesse said.

As we got out of the house, I saw one of my brother's friend, Carl Wesley.

Carl is the school heartthrob. He is one of the most handsome guys at school, well, besides my brother, of course.

He has golden blonde hair, deep blue ocean eyes, the kind of eyes that drowns you when you look at him. A well-toned body. Gosh, I could've been describing a Greek god, for crying out loud.

I'd be lying if I told you that I'm immune from his looks. I'm not one of those girls in books or movies, that thinks that every good-looking guy is a self-centered jerk, but still ends falling in love with them at the end.

"Hey, isn't that your friend?" I asked my brother.

"Oh yeah. Hey Carl!" my brother shouted, and then Carl looked around to see who was shouting his name. He saw my brother waving at him, and he ran towards us.

"Hey. What's up?" Carl said to my brother, as he stopped in front of him, and did their weird handshake, that guys do.

"We're on our way to school. Need a ride?" my brother offered, and there I was, standing like a statue.

I was frozen, because the best-looking guy on school is actually in front of me.

"Hi. I think we haven't been introduced yet. I'm Carl." He said, and held out his hand.

"Uhmm. Hi. I'm Liz. Jesse's twin." I stammered, as I take his hand and shake it.

"Really? I knew he has a sister, but I wasn't really sure if you were twins."

"That's because you didn't ask." My brother shouted, as he started the car.

"Get in.," he told us.

I was so shocked at what happened next, Carl opened the door for me.

I was shocked because:

a.) I didn't expect that

b.) Lots of guys don't do that anymore and

c.) Well, he's Carl Wesley.

"Thanks." I said, as I get in the car.

"Anything for you." He said, as he closed the door and get inside the front seat.

And that's how I met my first love. It's not like those in the movies, where everything seems to be too dramatic or too cheesy. It's just your typical meeting. I wish it could've been more dramatic, but what the heck, I'm fine with that.