Lost Love; First Love

When I was a little girl, I used to think that when my Prince Charming came, I would recognize him at once. He would take me on his great white horse and we would disappear in the horizon, later get married and have ten perfect little children. But everything is not always rainbows and sunshine like storybooks: nothing along this lines happened when I first met Alexander. When I first saw him, time didn't stop; he didn't smile at me or even look me in the eye. Actually, he pushed me and made me fall in the cold water of Martha Lake. Not quite the ideal way to meet the love of your life.

It all started when I went with a couple of my friends to Martha Lake for a birthday party. I couldn’t say I was excited to go, I hated the sun and could barely swim. It was Washington for god’s sake; it’s supposed to be rainy and cloudy. But today was one of those rare summer days when people could all come out and swim and bask in the sunlight. Everyone except me.

I was all for it crawling under the covers and hoping that the day would pass as soon as possible. But no, Anna just had to have her stinking’ Sweet 16 on that ‘perfect’ sunny day and had to drag me along. I, being disoriented and tired, agreed without knowing the consequences and was found clad in a purple string bikini crowded around a barbecue stand. There goes for my plans for the day.

Saying to Happy Birthday to Anna once I found her, I walked quietly on the edge of the dock, chatting quietly to a girl I met along the way. I had no intention to join Anna and her friends, who were currently playing in the tides. I could just make do by standing on the wooden dock, talking idly to some people I recognized from school.

I hoped the day would pass without incident, me in the corner while people had the time of their lives. I could spend the day like that; actually I have spent the day like that, just talking to some people while others were partying or having fun. But no, Alexander just had to come and ruin it.

Alex, what he was usually called, strode on the dock. I never actually personally met Alex; all I knew him from what Anna talked about him. She said he was boisterous, loud, and a prankster. She called him everything I’m not; I responded by smacking her with a pillow.

He had gravity defying spikes of dirty blond hair that was orderly pushed off to the side, round azure eyes that twinkled like Christmas lights, natural tan skin that was moist from the lake water, and he wore a merry smile as he walked along.

He was your average happy-go-lucky optimistic kid. I would have never given him another thought until he walked passed me. He, being the one who wasn’t paying attention, pushed me with his elbow and I began my descent to the waters of Martha Lake.

I grimaced as my back crashed through the rough water and submerged at least two feet under. I flailed my limbs, trying to reach the surface. Gasping for air, I wrapped my arms on the yellow ladder that was attached to the old wooden dock.

“What was that for?” I yelled at him, still wrapped around the ladder, as if I let go I would drown, which probably would happen.

But he never heard. He continued on his merry way, never sparing me a glance. My hatred of him started from there, as a small insignificant grudge. As time went on, my hate for him diminished and I grew quite fond of the boisterous prankster.

“AURORA!” I winced as Alex sprinted down the corridor, disrupting at least 10’s of students just to get my attention.

“Alex, I’m right here.” I dully stated as I waited for him to catch his breath as he leaned on his knees and gasped for air.

“Yeah, I know.’ I twitched at his simple answer. He can run around screaming his lungs out for me and just says 'I know' when I confront him about it.

“I just wanted to tell you something!” He sounded as excited as a little kid who got there first puppy or something.

I nodded to show him that I was listening. I gazed at him questioningly as his cheeks grew red and his eyes darted around.

“I met the new girl, Bella, and….I….I have a crush on her!” He whispered. His smile couldn’t get even wider.

However, my reaction was nothing like that. My eyes were wide as my jaw was slacked. My broad shoulders were hunched in defeat as I stared at him in shock. He….liked someone. The minute he said this, I felt a rising bubble of anger. And jelousy? Why was I jealous? He likes someone else, why should I care.

I try to reassure myself with my thoughts, but that helous feeling never went away. After many late nights I knew, that I was utterly in love with Alexander Evans.

The minute he said those words, I guess we drifted apart. I couldn’t bear to look at him after he told me,

It was weeks, possibly months, until I decided to finally talk to Alex and tell him that I like him, no, love him.

I bit my lip as I walked down the barren halls, searching for Alex. When we were still friends, he normally hung out after school since he hated going home. I often stayed with him as we chatted about our day.

Finally spying his blonde spikes in the courtyard, I hurried over.

“A---“ My voice grew silent as my hands hung on my side. Tears blurred my vision as they streamed down my face and dripped onto the sidewalk.

I stumbled back slightly, making sure I wasn’t dreaming or hallucinatiting. Alex was kissing, kissing, Bella. The couple never noticed me as they were deep in their kiss.

I turned on the ball of my foot, not wanting to see anymore. With my head held high, I walked away, saying goodbye to my first love.

Whatcha think? I just had a weird urge and started writing. Like it? Hate it?

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