Frosted (Hate at First Flight #3)

2. Just Like the Seventh Grade

SONG : WHAT IF - EXO

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Georgia Frost was seven and I six and a half when we became best friends and swore that we would never forget each other ever. We always got along with each other.

It always helped that we had different tastes in things. Where she was girly and loved to dress up, I liked to wear more trendier clothes. Where she liked to outdoor activities and riding horses, I preferred to keep up to date with my favourite celebs, sometimes even attending some movie premieres.

We spent most of our childhood together, sometimes even joining in on the other's family vacations.

One of our favourite pastimes was making fun of Jace and his friends, Dylan Rush, Douglas Burns and Evan Queen.

Dylan Rush was a sweetheart, even back then. He was the one that always acted like the arrogant player, but deep down inside, when no one was looking he was the sweet guy.

Douglas Burns was the one closest to Jace out of the three. His family was good friends with Jace's family. He was the one who found out about feelings for Jace before anyone did.

Evan Queen was the party animal of the group, but as a child he was the one that was nicest to me even though I teased him constantly about being a Queen.

The teasing stopped in seventh grade.

In seventh grade, I started noticing boys, Jace to be exact. All the other boys still made me think they were idiots.

In seventh grade, I started noticing that when he smiled, his eyes changed from a light gray to a metallic silver. I started noticing that his laugh was most probably the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard, and that I found him cuter when only the right side of his lips pulled up when he smirked.

In seventh grade, I realised that whenever Georgia complained or made a joke about Jace, I wanted to defend him, and say that Jace deserved that last cookie because he was a boy, a boy that I liked.

And in seventh grade, I started hopelessly falling for my best friend's brother, not knowing what would happen later on. I started falling for him so much that when he broke my heart, I thought that was the worst lain a human being could ever have experienced. That is until I lost my mom.

The phone felt cold against my ear as I pressed it there, gripping it tightly as if it was the only lifeline I had available.

The person on the other end didn't say anything for awhile too, waiting for a word, waiting for a response, waiting for a go-ahead; just like me.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.

My words were tongue-tied and even if they weren't, I didn't know what to say to a person I hadn't talked to in over three years.

"Phillipa?" the familiar voice came over the phone. Even after that number of years, the voice was still the same. "Phillipa?"

I still didn't replied.

I stared, absentmindedly at the two young girls sitting across the terminal, one Asian and the other Caucasian, laughing as they played games with one another.

I couldn't help but be envious of how easy they had it. I couldn't help but envy how they were having fun with one another. And I couldn't help but remember the past.

"Phillipa, it's me."

Of course I knew and recognized the voice. It was the voice that had etched itself into my memory.