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The Ice Queen

Today was my graduation day.

College was finally over after 5 years of intense study and hard work. I was definitely feeling a little bit nostalgic, I mean…I would miss my friends and although you may think I am crazy I would actually miss studying and the university itself. It was such a big part of my daily life…

I was feeling like I had the world on my shoulders because from now on I was on my own. I would have to find a job and eventually move out from my parents house.

I looked at him and sighed. My crush since the first year as a freshman…Sergio Ramos Garcia. He was looking more handsome than ever while smiling and talking along side some of his friends. I felt like I was in high school all over again. He was the popular guy and I was the invisible girl.

We were friends but not close friends. We would only talk to each other either to say hi on the hallways or to talk about classes. I sighed again. Although I never got really close to him, my heart was feeling heavy. I would miss him. I would miss seeing him everyday. The thought of never seeing him again petrified my heart.

“Jessica Gonzalez” I heard the head principal calling my name as I headed to receive my diploma.

I never thought I would see him again.

At least in person because I already saw him everywhere when I turned my tv on or bought some magazine since he became a really famous football player for Real Madrid.

I was trying to held the micro in my hand but it was really shaky. He was literally a few meters away from me as he was being interviewed by other tv channels. I stopped for a minute to observe him. He was some inch’s taller since I last saw him but he had always been a lot taller than me. His hair was definitely shorter; I never saw him with short hair, at least since college times. I kinda liked it. He looked more mature and also he had grown a beard which made him even more desirable.

“Jay, get ready in, 3…2…1…go” In an instant we was right in front of me. Our gazes met and I felt like he was the popular guy and I was nobody.

“ Hola Sergio, live from Gol Tv, what are your thoughts on tonight’s game? Are you happy with the result? I managed to ask him with a professional face. He looked me in the eyes, smiled, looked at the ground and then he answered:

“ I am very happy indeed. This was a great match and the team is really strong at the moment. We are a family and we trust coach decisions. The result was just the cheery on top” He made a stop to look me directly in the eyes. “I wasn’t expecting this at all but I am really happy at the moment”. Wait…was he still talking about the match or….?? And it just seemed that he read my mind because for brief seconds he touched my hand. The feeling of having is warm hand against mine which was cold made chills all over my body. I made signal so the camera man would turn the camera off. I was just about to ask him what the hell was that when somebody rushed him and I completely lost his track.

“Do you know him?” My camera man asked.

“I used to” I mumbled still in shock.

“Seems like you guys really care about each other”

“What are you talking about?”

“ I am a man, Jay. I know when a guy is into a girl” I looked at him and didn’t knew what to say. I couldn’t take Sergio out of my mind. All I could think about was the fact that I had him right there in front of me and I let him escape me once again. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone which was vibrating on my pocket. I opened it and I had a new message from a private number. I looked at the screen which was written: It felt like old times. You were the ice queen and I was the fool that tried to break it.