"But, as always she came back to me as I went back to her"
"One day, we won't have to sneak out to be together. We won't have to worry about anyone else. We'll get married in the same church where I first felt something for you. We'll move into our...
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"She looked beautiful as always taking my breath away every time she laughed."
Vincent
The cool breeze caresses my face, prompting me to shut my eyes momentarily. As I open them, I see the boys. Axel retrieves his T-shirt from his bag, a casual gesture. I follow suit while Celeb's brow furrowed in confusion remains still. "What?" Axel queries, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips as I anticipate Celeb's response.
"Aren't we going to end up in trouble?"
"What trouble?" Celeb points his eyes at people who are watching us. Axel lets out a chuckle. "Bro, nothing's gonna happen."
"I don't know, man. Last time Ms Siberina gave us a shitty detention. I don't want to get detention for this!" Axel shakes his head. I momentarily glance. There were a few students whose eyes were on us and phones pointing towards us. There is no doubt that they are taking pictures or, rather, recording us.
"The football junkies roam around shirtless every evening. We went for a run and changed our T-shirts, not our undies. She isn't going to bash us for this." Axel assures Celeb to change his dirty t-shirt. Celeb nods before removing his t-shirt.
"Aren't you going to change, brother?" Celeb asks Brad. Brad shakes his head. "Eww— I don't want to sit beside you the whole period while you smell like sweat and whatnot!" Celeb throws his hands in the air for additional dramatic effect. I laugh while throwing the bag at Brad. Brad grunts before taking the bag and going towards the nearest men's washroom.
"Why doesn't he change his clothes in public like us?" Axel and I share a look before Axel throws his arm around Celeb. "He is shy. . ."
"And we aren't?"
"We don't give a fuck." I chuckle before taking a look at the grounds. The chairs are arranged, and most of the students take their seats. "Where is your girl, though? I haven't seen her around," Axel says. "She's at St Peters."
"St Peters? Why is she there? Isn't she supposed to be here? For the meeting?" I nod my head. "She's attending the student council on behalf of our school."
"Woah— Cool. Is she going to become the head girl?" Celeb asked. "It looks like they are going to make her one."
Brad returns in a new T-shirt. He looks like a hulk as he walks towards us. He has grown and now suppressed all of us in height. While I stand at 6.1 feet, he is 6.3 feet tall. "Where are we going now?"
"To the meeting," Axel replied. "Didn't we decide not to go?"
"There isn't much to do other than sitting in the meeting," Celeb said. Once Brad joined us, we all walked towards the grounds.
*
A gentle smile plays on my face as I watch my girl across the room. She's sitting with her friends and listening to what the blonde says. I couldn't help but wonder how did I end up making her my girl. . . My girl. . . I smile to myself and shake my head. I love the sound of it.
In the past, I can vividly recall the countless times when we engaged in heated arguments and clashes over the most trivial matters. She lived next door to me, and it seemed like she knew every inch of my house. Rather than spending time in her own home, she often gravitated towards mine. Despite being the recipient of my parents' affection, I found it quite difficult to accept when I was younger.
I couldn't digest the fact that my parents gave her the same kind of attention they gave my sister and me. I was selfish and didn't want to share any of my parents with her. It was ages ago, and she pulled my leg to date, bringing back all the memories.
"Stop smiling like a creep wearing those shades." Axel throws the fry at my face. I frown my brows and take the tissue Brad hands. "Stop throwing food and wasting it," Celeb scolds, picking up the fallen fry. I look back at my girl as she brushes her hair back, laughing.
Her eyes widen, and she throws her head back as she laughs at what the blonde said. I wonder what was the joke about. She looked beautiful as always, taking my breath away every time she laughed. My eyes frown when Paul leans to her side and whispers something in her ear. She gives him a nod and points at something.
As if knowing that I'm looking at her— She glances at my table. Our gazes meet before she quickly looks away, not wanting anyone to catch us. It's been two years since I confessed that I have liked her since I saw her walk down the aisle as the flower girl wearing the cutest pearl earrings in that ivory dress.
I have liked her since I was ten years old. Growing up in the same neighbourhood as her was the most beautiful thing I could ever ask for. Knowing that we would grow up together, making memories of our love in the neighbourhood where we had once argued and fought.
When I confessed my feelings, I was fifteen, and she was thirteen. I could still remember how she reacted when I confessed that I liked her behind the neem tree that connects our backyards. A gasp left her mouth, and she quickly pushed me away while she ran to her house.
I was startled and sat there for hours, not knowing what would happen next. I called myself stupid for confessing. I was not planning to confess— I was ignoring her, not wanting her to know about my teenage feelings. She cornered me and questioned the reason behind my absent teasing and arguing. I couldn't help but confess my genuine feelings.
She glances before smiling. I remember when she returned holding a list saying how she wanted me to treat her. I found it cute, and I still have the note with me. We have been dating since then. There wasn't a day when I thanked my angels for making her my girl.
Adria. . . My Adria. . . The most beautiful girl with the heart of an angel— Who decided to fall for the guy who once thought he hated her.
