First love leaves you with the sweetest memories and the saddest endings. Why can't we end up with the one we love the most in our lives?
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"I think... I like you."
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My teenage years was not special, but I have 3 special people with me that went through thick and thin together with me. They are not here with me anymore... But they will never be forgotten.
I love you.
And I will forever love you.
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It's a new year, another fresh start, at least I thought so. Just like any other ordinary day, I walked into the class with my best friend, Isabel.
I walked to my seat, and sat down. Everything was normal, before I looked up.
"Holy fuck what..."
It's him. Corbyn. I swear, I have real bad luck. Corbyn is from my middle school. He have always been loved by the girls in schools, they say he's hot. But in my eyes, he's just a bastard who relies on his rich father to get whatever he wants.
And now, he's my table mate. My table mate for this entire year.
Well, I can't deny the fact that he's good looking. He's not the typical type of handsome, but he gives people that gentlemanly feeling (though he's totally not one). He has that smile, that makes people's heart skip a beat. He has real small grey eyes, but when they blink, it's a temptation towards the ladies.
Corbyn looked up. Our eyes met.
The air froze, but he lifted a side of his lips. That smile was so perfect.
Oh damn... why was he smiling that way. What...
I know, I was blushing. I could imagine how red my cheeks were at that point in time.
NO! ASHLEY NO! I shook my head, Why the hell are you blushing, he's a f-ing playboy.
So I pretended as if nothing happened and sat down. I convinced myself, I will never fall for him for those shallow reasons just like the other girls.
I convinced myself, I will never like him. Never.
But I didn't know. What happen in the future is just nice the opposite of what I predict.
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Ashley is fierce. She's scary. She is like a tigress, always flaring up. She can't take everything I do. Well, I'm not born to satisfy her, so who cares.
But now. She's going to sit beside me for a year.
She's standing right infront of me now. It's awkward. Really awkward. I only could look up and act as if everything is fine.
And our eyes meet.
Damn.
Her eyes are beautiful. They're luminous and clear, as if I could see through her souls in them. They were a sign of hope.
I never knew she looks so pretty when she's not angry. In middle school, we always fight whenever we see each other.
She so calm. Every little detail of hers is just taking my breathe away.
I smiled. I didn't even know I smiled.
What is wrong with me, why the hell am I smiling when I see her. Damn. Something must have went so wrong.
And I realize that I'm smiling deep from the heart, my ears feel hot. I looked back down.
At the corner of my eyes, I saw Ashley. Still standing there, but, her cheeks were super super red.
I don't why what kind of feeling is this. It's complicated.
But, she... looks so cute.
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*Time flies, Ashley and Corbyn have been sitting together for about 2 weeks*
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It's been two weeks sitting beside Corbyn.
I guess things were fine, at least better than I imagine. We didn't argue or fight. I could tell that Isabel and Zayn, Corbyn's best friend, is shocked.
To be honest, I felt disgusted sitting beside Corbyn at first. But he did some nice actions and have funny reactions that makes me think, maybe... he's not that bad afterall.
The Corbyn that sit beside me now, is just so different from that rebellious Corbyn in middle school, who seems to have something against everyone.
But, I really just can't understand Corbyn.
I've always thought he's an asshole with no feelings, but sometimes when I look at him, he just looks so lonely.
His face would be cold and somehow, he looks sad. I could see that he tries to hide his feelings by putting on a smile.
I don't know why. It hurts.
I thought I'm suppose to hate him more than anyone does? I thought he's an arrogant rich kid with no manners and respect? I thought he had everything he wanted and he's happy.
I thought.
Maybe, I'm really wrong.
My stereotypes on Corbyn is somehow changing.
Somehow, I don't hate him that much anymore.
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Two weeks sitting next to Ashley was not bad. It was good indeed.
She's not really that fierce. She has her kind and sweet side. I never know she could be an angel too.
Ashley actually lent me her notes and she cheered me up. Oh dear... I know that sounds like nothing, but it's really fascinating for me.
I thought she hated me? Well, she surely does.
But she must have such a kind and angelic soul to lend her notes to people she hate and cheer them up.
There's some special feelings for her growing in my heart.
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"We never know it, when we secretly steal each other's heart away..."
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