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Last night was amazing! I got my first kiss! Well not first, the memories flow back into my mind and I regret it immediately.
Funny story though, I got my first kiss when I was two, with a guy named Zeke. I feel my cheeks blushing. We were so close when we were young, always hanging out. Since grade six we haven't even talked much. It's always just a hello and goodbye, sometimes just a smile.
Since we moved away from them, we don't see them so much, but I can't help getting butterflies whenever I hear his name. Sometimes we would go visit or they would come visit, but we don't even talk. We just sit there by the adults' conversations, not saying a word to each other.
He is the star of his high school. He is soon to be headboy, he is the star football player, he is hot and the girls drool over him. I wonder why he don't like me anymore? Did I do something wrong.
I feel ashamed of the way I'm thinking of him, I still have a lot of feeling for him, but then there is Kevin. I should just get over it, Zeke doesn't even like me as a friend.
It's been two amazing weeks with Kevin, he is such a gentleman. We went on dates, he met my parents, he asked me officially out, we've been dating for nine days now.
"Honey, come here please!" My mom calls from the kitchen.
I take a light jog to the kitchen. "Yes."
"The Jones' are coming tomorrow at ten for brunch."
"What," I almost shout. "Why"
"Because I invited them. Is there a problem."
"Why didn't you just tell me a bit earlier. I have plans with Kevin."
"He can come too," my mom cuts the tomatoes.
Oh shit no! They can't meet. Zeke would think I'm trying to make him jealous and Kevin won't like him. Their different people. Zeke doesn't say much and Kevin talks a lot. I know I won't be myself. Around Zeke and his parents, I myself don't talk much. What am I kidding? I don't talk at all. I'm so scared I say something stupid. I don't like him. He is just hot. There is nothing wrong with me, thinking he is hot?
"No, that's fine. We will some other time," I reassure my mom.
"What did you guys planning on doing?"
"Just watching a movie here."
"Oh."
"I'm going upstairs and finishing my work."
"Okay, dear."
I go on instagram and search : "Zeke Jones"
His name appears on top of my screen and I don't know if I should go in on his account. I tap on the account and go in. There is photos where he is with his friends, one where he is playing golf and lots more.
He is so damn gorgeous! No! Stop thinking like that, you have a boyfriend.
I go out of instagram. Why can't we just follow each other on instagram. We don't even follow each other, I mean really. We've known each other for so long.
What is going on in my damn head?
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It's almost ten. Just ten more minutes then I can see that hunk again. It's only been an year that I haven't seen him.
Go away thoughts! Damn! I have a boyfriend. I can't think of someone else like that.
I go to my room and use some more perfume. I hope this smells nice.
Damn Hazel! Your not going to make out and he is not going to smell you!
"Their here!" My mom shouts. She always shouts, I laugh to myself.
I quickly go down downstairs and my legs feel a bit numb. I stop at the front door watching them as all of them gets out of the car. My mom and dad is already greeting them. I make my way to them. I kiss and hug Zeke's parents. His brother gives me a hug. Just so you know he is five years older than me and he is so nice, almost like a brother. And guess what I get from Zeke. "Hi Hazel,"he smiles with one side of his mouth. I don't even get a hug! His brother gave me one and he doesn't. Pig face.
