The Girl of The Sun

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It's finally the last day of junior year, and it was also the first time I got to drive my own car to school. I saved up enough these past few months to get a good deal on a car, a 2014 Ford Focus. I named her Gisele, after the famous model who's married to Tom Brady. I don't really like Tom Brady but I think his wife is fabulous. I walk into my 1st period and see Alexander with a sad look on his face. I don't know if it's because me and Estrella are dating two guys who are best friends and that's the reason why he feels he shouldn't include himself, but he shouldn't act like he hasn't left me third wheeling so many times before. My high school, the Western Bulldogs, and the one across town, Pike Ridge have a rivalry football game every year in October. Boy, if I had dollar for every time he ditched me to make out with a girl behind the stadium, let's say I'd be driving a Tesla. The fact that he's ignoring me is pissing me off at this point, what could he possibly be upset about. Class ends and this time I don't let Alexander get away. "Hey, you." I say sternly and grab his arm. "Oh, hey Fabiana." he speaks so quietly. "I'm really confused. You're avoiding me yet when I ask you if everything is fine you say it is. I don't know what I did but I'd be nice if you could tell me, so I could fix it." His face went expressionless. "You know what Fab, you're always over worrying and making a big deal out of things. I have other friends than you, I'm not assigned to you, get off my dick for once." Okay I promise myself I'm not gonna cry, not even tear up. But my emotions aren't cooperating. My lip quivers and my eyes get filled with tears. "How come you're such a dick? All I am is there for you when you need me and this is what I get? I didn't think there was a problem before bet I guess there is one." As I leave I shoulder bump him lightly.

The summer breezed by before I knew it. I went on a cruise to the Bahamas and Mexico in June. As difficult as my father is psychologically, I tried to make the most of it, I'm on vacation and i'm grateful for it. We took a flight from Denver to Orlando, Florida. It was lightly raining when we landed. The light sound of the droplets filled my ears with satisfaction as it trickles onto the window. My life feels quite romantic when I lean my head against the window of a plane. I look out and play some inspiring music as I imagine flying into a new chapter of my life. After we boarded the boat, I unpacked and layed out my outfits for each of the five days. Tonight was a formal night and we'd be eating in the main dining hall. I wore a long black dress. There were no designs on it other than just a silky texture that reflected. It showed off all way down to my lower back. Was it something my dad liked? Definitely not, but the surprising amount of compliments from women in there early 30s was astonishing. My dad and his wife went to a bar lounge and I decided I would wonder around. There was a little shop on the boat. It caught my eye from a distance when I saw the most beautiful opal ring from a distance. It had a large oval opal stone in the middle and little diamonds next to it on each side, I look up the price and it said $200. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. The sales lady walked up next me as I looked through the glass and asked me if I was interested in the ring. "Absolutely but my wallet says otherwise." I chuckled softly. "That's a shame, it would've looked great on you." She put her hand on my shoulder, smiled and walked back. She sounded Australian. I walked away sort of stiff. I probably looked awkward because I felt that way. All these expensive things and I probably couldn't even afford the cheapest thing they had. I walk out of the store and the sales lady runs up behind me, getting my attention. "Excuse me m'am? A young man has purchased the ring for you." She hands me a tiny black box. Before I could ask who it was. She pointed to young man walking away. I ran as much as I could with my thin black heels. "Sir excuse me? This ring is beautiful but you really didn't have to do that. This was so much money and I feel bad." He stopped and looked at me. He had dirty blonde hair. It was short and without any product in it, but well kept. He had blue green eyes and looked about 6"1. He was gorgeous, especially the way he wore a white suit with a light blue dress shirt underneath. He had to be a celebrity or someone very wealthy. "I heard the woman working in the jewelry mention how beautiful the ring would look on you, but I think that ring needs you to compliment it." He sounded British. He looked at me in a way that I've never felt. "Well thank you, but how come you walked away? I figured you would want me to owe you something, even a hug at the least." I joked. "You don't owe me anything love. I think a beautiful woman like you deserves something beautiful in return." I became speechless "Ah, I see what you did there." I smiled at him. "I have my ways, what's your name?" he asked. "My name is Fabiana." He stepped closer. "What's your full name?" he asked again. "Fabiana Dove Morales, you're lucky I told you my middle name, I never tell anybody that. What's your name?" I teased. "My name is Beau Leo Fleur. Yours is much more beautiful. Fabiana Dove, how would you liked to get dessert somewhere with me?" he questioned. "That's very kind if you Beau, but I am off the market." I shower him a polaroid picture of me and Raf that was in my phone case." He studied it briefly. "Well how about as friends, I promise not to cross any boundaries." We stayed out all the way until midnight laughing. He told me about his parents and how his life was growing up going back and fourth from England to France. He kept asking me to tell him about my life at home, but I felt too insecure about that. Little did he know my backstory and I wanted to keep it that way. He walked me to my room. I gave him an awkward friend zone hug and thanked him over and over for the ring. He took the ring out of the box and placed it on my index finger. Before I entered my room he paused from walking away and told me something I'd never forget. "Fabiana Dove, he's more than lucky. If I had a woman like you, I would make sure she'd be more than cherished."

    The cruise breezed by. I spent most of the days resting on the beach shore, drinking virgin piña coladas and exploring around the shopping areas of the Bahamas and Cancun. My dad and his wife were taking another trip to Greece so Raf picked me up from the airport. After I grabbed my luggage, I saw Raf waiting for me at the bottom of the escalator. His hand in his pocket and a dozen roses from Trader Joe's in the other. Trader Joe's always has the best flowers. I ran and jumped in his arms, kissing him while holding me up still. We drove back to Poblano, my hair blowing as the windows rolled down in his red 2001 Ford Truck. I kept wondering about Beau on the way home. How could someone with such things to live for think that he would be lucky to have a mess of a person like me? I guess that means something, something good. I looked at Raf driving with one hand on the wheel and how beautiful I felt of the thought of him feeling lucky to have me. He smiles at me and rubs my head. Yes, I love this man.