1. FOREVER STARTS FROM NOW
I didn’t expect many things to happen when we moved to the city. My dad was promoted, so we were granted a house and lot. I didn’t want to leave. I would miss my own personal star—my sun. I would miss the memories our home held.
My dad enrolled me to the nearest school. I ran into a guy, first day of school. And I didn’t know that since then, my life would change…
“Sorry, miss,” the guy said, picking up my books for me. “I did not see you there.”
“It’s alright,” I replied. “I wasn’t looking, anyway.”
“Here.” He gave me my books. I looked at him closely.
The first thing that captivated me was his soft blue eyes. His brownish-black hair was somewhat tousled. He was tall—about five foot six—and lean. He was wearing a blue-and-white jersey, a basketball in his hands. I looked at his flawless lips. He was smiling at me. I looked away quickly, embarrassed.
“S-sorry,” I stuttered. “I mean, thank you.”
That day, I didn’t realize I was falling for him.
I also met the persons I became friends with: Dylan, his sister Annie, and Chelsea. They were very kind and welcoming.
Chelsea told me about Lance—the guy I ran into. She said he wasn’t like that before—arrogant, cruel, cold-hearted. He changed because his first love left him. I heard her name was Savannah.
The days passed in a blur, and they said there would be a dance on Sunday after the basketball tournament. Dylan tried out in basketball, and luckily, he was chosen to play in the game.
The Sea Lions—our school’s varsity team—won. After the game, Lance talked to me.
“Um,” he hesitated, “will you go with me to the dance?”
I stared at him in shock and said, “Are you serious?”
He nodded and said, “Look, the players have to have a partner at the dance. I don’t have anyone. I’m asking for your help.”
“I’ll pray for you, then.” I walked away, but he held my hand.
“Please, Mina,” he begged.
I felt pitiful so I agreed, and said, “But you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.”
He grinned. “Not a problem. That was exactly the reason why of every beautiful girl in the school, I picked you.”
“Why?”
He closed our distance—about two inches from me. “I picked you because… I know you’re the kind of girl I won’t ever fall in love with.”
I was hurt by what he said. He would never fall in love with me? What if I did?
I felt sadness and disappointment washed over me, so I just left him there all alone.
Sunday, at the dance, I went with Dylan instead. I was wearing an Evan Picone purple Marilyn Dress, and a foxy stiletto heel with two inches front platform rise. Dylan was wearing a black tuxedo.
Since the dance was like a victory party for the basketball team, the players with their partners led the first dance. Dylan asked me to dance, and I agreed.
I spent most of the night sitting at our table. A few asked me to dance, since I hardly knew any guy at school. The emcee announced it was time for the last dance, and I was hoping he would ask me, but he didn’t.
