Bittersweet

A Little Too Late

My first love was totally different then what I had expected.......in fact, it was totally opposite than what I had ever imagined it to be!

My first love was truly different. A bittersweet love story but I wouldn't trade it because it was our story. Mine and yours. Forever and unique.

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~The Past~

"Josephine! Come on, we're getting late!" My brother hollered.

"Fine, I'm coming!" I weezed out and quickly brushed my long, red locks. Red hair was a special trait that I had inherited from my great-grandmother. I was the only one who now had red hair. My parents as well as my elder brother, Joseph and my younger sister, Joline, had blonde hair. My parents were obsessed with the letter J as you can see.

I tugged the comb through my hair as I struggled to get the tangles out.

Skipping two steps at a time, I ran down the stairs. No way was I going to be late for the first day at Uni. I had taken up Medicine as I wanted to become a doctor.

My brother drove me to the Uni, extremely fast. Getting down, I hugged my sister and kissed my brother before jumping out of the car and gripping my bag strap as tight as I could. My nerves were acting up again. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and smoothed my outfit.

I had worn a pretty cream pastel top matched with bleached blue jeans. Casual but outgoing at the same time.

I reached my class 5 minutes early and took a seat at the front. Taking out my folder and pens, I readied myself for the first lesson of the day, Biology.

Suddenly, the chair beside me creaked as it was scraped across the floor. I glanced at the dark haired boy who sat beside me but quickly looked away when the teacher entered inside the class.

"Good morning class! I'm Mrs. Mathews and I expect your complete attention when I speak. Understood?" She pushed her glasses further up her nose and later began to drone on about the brain and its different parts.

"So, what do you all know about the medulla?" She asked and pointed her ruler towards a boy who looked bored to tears. The boy stuttered before looking down at the girl's notes beside him. He then read off from her notes as Mrs. Mathews narrowed her eyes at him.

"Next time, I want your entire attention at the lesson. Am I understood?"

"Yes ma'am." The boy muttered and took his seat whereas the girl beside him giggled. The boy beside me snorted and chuckled. I looked up at him, inquisitively.

My breath constricted as I looked up at the most beautiful boy I had ever seen! His brown, glossy hair was pushed back with a few strands falling in his eyes. His mouth was full and pink against his pale yet enticing skin. But the one thing that stole my breath away, were his eyes. Blue. A shocking cerulean cobalt.

I continued gawking at his beauty until I noticed the frown that marred his features. Blushing, I looked away and felt my hair cover my face. Obviously, I didn't want to show this beautiful boy my red as a tomato face.

After the class got over, I felt a note fall onto my book when I began to pack my bag.

You're cute when you blush. I bet you'll look even more beautiful when you're smiling.

I gasped as I tore the note into pieces. He just met me and he was already flirting?! I didn't even know why he was flirting with me! I was the type of girl that was considered as 'The Sort-of Pretty Girl.' Sure, I had been called cute but never beautiful. The word 'beautiful' was reserved for the girls with long legs, glossy straight hair, a perfect face. A girl who looked like she belonged in a fashion catalog. That girl was not me. She was never me. And I knew that too.