All Yesterdays Novelas e Histórias

Alexa's POV I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the short black dress I'd bought just for tonight. Twenty years old. Finally. Ethan had promised this birthday would be the one—candles, dinner, and then back to his place where we'd stop dancing around what we both wanted. I'd waited long enough. My hands shook a little as I applied one last coat of lipstick, the red bright against my skin. My phone buzzed on the dresser. I snatched it up, heart jumping.

"Long week." If he only knew that in a few hours, his four closest friends would have me bent over and begging. The poker buddies started arriving at eight. I heard them come in—the sounds of greetings and backslapping and bottles being opened. Heard my dad laugh at something someone said. And then I heard Marcus's voice: "Where's Ashlynn?" "Upstairs getting ready to head out," Dad replied. "Friday night, you know how it is. Kids and their clubs." "Yeah," Marcus said, and even from my room I could hear the dark amusement in his voice. "Kids these days."

Tate watched it happen and felt the ghost of that same mouth on his own, still wet, still recent. They said good night like teammates. Like the year was over and this was just another Saturday. In the truck Kate put her hand on Tate’s thigh and talked about next semester and a dinner with her parents and a weekend trip she wanted to take when the season was done. He drove. He said yes in the right places. He could still feel Knox around him. He could still feel himself inside Knox. He could still taste the kiss they were not going to name. At a red light he looked in the rearview.

The kind of voice that could talk you off a ledge, or into something you never planned on doing. I was already too far gone to say no. He didn’t wait for an answer anyway. Just slid into the booth across from me like he belonged there. Like we’d done this before. “Bad day?” he asked. I huffed. “That obvious?” He shrugged. “You look like a man who’s trying to drink the disappointment away. I know the look.” I chuckled bitterly and swirled what was left in my glass. “Try Ten years of hard work. Still invisible.”

For a moment, my mind involuntarily drifted to Jake from seven years ago. He was walking towards me with a muffin, taking big strides. I've somewhat forgotten whether that muffin was actually sweet or not. I only remember the young man's messy hair flying in the wind, his smile bright and radiant. In my reverie, I heard someone calling my name. But this time, I won't turn back. Yesterday's events are like distant mountains. Today, tomorrow, and all the days to come are ahead.

Malachi scratches his chin in deep thought. “I remember a lot of chats with her girls.” A lot is definitely code for “almost all.” I shake my head and continue. “Do you remember how she said she would love to be asked out?” All of a sudden, their gazes light up in recognition. Malachi looks impressed, but Jaxon seems to have his reservations. “That was ten years ago.” I look ahead, over to the empty space in front of us where Sarah just graced with her presence. “And knowing Sarah, not much has changed.”

It did not start from the time we pranked our friends and wore matching onesies. It starts from a time I remember distinctly. I can recall the events as if they just happened yesterday. It actually begins from our last year of high school. Specifically the last summer before the last year of high school. √√

Uttering this, I took a sandwich from the table and started taking bites. Mack got silent after giving me a glaring look. Rivan spoke up then, “Ehan, I was thinking what if someday a girl behaves like this with you! What will you do then!” I took another bite as I got uttering, “In your dreams buddy. As in real you are not going to see anything like that.” Mack uttered then, “Wait a moment. Ehan, what about the girl from yesterday? Did you even get to know her name?” Remembering Naira and her cold words, I stopped chewing for some moments only to get Mack uttering again, “It's okay. It’s just one day. Till the end of this month, I am sure, you will get to know her name at least.”

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

Kelly Campbell only realized two hours later that I was no longer around. Her ringtone was a foreign rock song. I disliked it and had even joked on several occasions that she should change it to the chill music I preferred. Kelly was repulsed. Her cold tone made the song replay in my head. "Must I do everything you say?" Feeling awkward, I immediately apologized. Just now, my best friend, Hayden Zachary, had posted to his social media. [LOL! I've listened to that song I recommended to some idiot three months ago so many times that I'm sick of it, yet she's still using it.]