Emelia had cheeks like petals and hands like porcelain and a voice like summer rain.
She sat next to me in algebra and used glittery gel pens to correct her mistakes.
There were a lot of them.
She dotted the i in her name with a heart and never understood Mr. Brexwood's jokes.
Emelia talked about dying her hair pink and she wore her boyfriend's letterman jackets.
She always had to go to the bathroom twenty minutes into Mr. Brexwood's lecture, and he never had the stomach to refuse her puppy dog eyes.
I asked for Emelia number when we partnered up for a project. She looked at me like I was a lunatic.
"I already have your number, silly!" she giggled, cheeks flushed, head thrown back.
Never in my life had I felt so embarrassed.
I asked Emelia for the answer to question seven because I was lazy and lost and desperate. She looked at me blankly.
"We're only supposed to do the even problems, remember?" she blinked once, smiled tightly, and twirled her mechanical pencil.
Never in my life had I felt so foolish.
I asked Emelia if she wanted to get ice cream with me sometimes, hope in my eyes. She smiled me and nodded happily.
"Definitely. Can I bring Javier? I sorta promised him I'd go out with him today. You can bring a boy too. We can do a double date!" she rushed excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.
Never in my life had I felt so crestfallen.
I ended up bringing my older sister and scrambling to paint over the green in my eyes whenever I saw them together.
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Every Girl I've Loved A Lifetime Ago
RomanceDedicated to the ones who stole my heart, the ones who broke it, and the ones who gave it back.
