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" I looked up at him. "I know you're not Abigail." He said and my heart stopped for a moment, all the thoughts running through my head stopped too. He knows I'm not Abigail?. "You're surprised?." He scoffed and started strolling towards me. "Oh, please. Don't be, this is not how to loose a memory. Could you remember the first time I saw you at the bar?." He asked, and I breathed out relieved. I almost lost my life now. "Yes. I've always had a crush on you. I've studied you and I know who you are and what you are." He raised his brows, "Then that night, I wanted you to notice me but.."

The smell of vodka permeating from his mouth makes me want to vomit, the multiple glasses of champagne and the small hors d’oeuvres I snacked on are not settling well in my stomach. “I hadn’t even noticed you that night until I noticed him watching you. You were chugging beers with those dumb friends of yours. I’d been having an argument with my buddy about a class we were both taking when I noticed Beckham staring at something. I’d never seen something catch his eye. When I followed his gaze, he was staring at you.” That isn’t possible. The first time we ever met, the first time he ever saw me, had to have been when Carter took me home to the Hamptons.

I think everyone had a crush on him back then, even those who'd deny that they didn't really liked him because he's cocky, they knew they were lying to themselves and I wasn't one of those in denials because he wasn't my type at all. I first saw him on my first day of school as a freshman, he was at the parking lot with his senior friends. They were talking loud and looked cool. You know, the type of popular senior kids who would just waste time till the bell rings. They were like that. I first caught his attention when him and his friends were throwing the football around and one from them threw it hard at my direction as it landed right on top of my head. Like, fucking goal! My first impre

Carter said. I was a little surprised to see him this early. I was a little anticipated to see him at tryouts. "Hey, Carter. I'm sorry too. I wasn't paying attention either." I smiled feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, all good. What have you so distracted? Your phone is not in your hand like mine. What's your excuse?" He said chuckling. " Uh um, this may sound a little weird and embarrassing. I think I just saw my dead best friend. Of course, it wasn't her because that will be crazy." I said chuckling.

He’s singing one of his favorite songs. While he was singing, a sudden reversal of memories starts. From the very beginning. The day I first saw him at the court. I didn’t know him back then. I have the audacity to ignore him at that time since I am still crazy with another guy. He was from the other school so he’s still freshmen beforehand. After a long period of time, who would have thought that we will become classmates in 10th Grade? It was shocking. I felt nervous because he looks boastful, self-centered, and arrogant which is true. Just kidding. Once you get to know him, you’ll get to use it his attitude. Also, I am not expecting to have an interaction with him in this mall. The world

I'd rather give up some money in exchange for freedom. I was unwell, so I went home to rest, but not too long after that, Lawrence came back. He was always cool and calm, no matter what he did. Sometimes, it felt like nothing could stir him, but he came back running this time, and his eyes were bloodshot. He gripped my hand. "I saw the trending topic." His grip was iron, and pain shot up my arm. I pulled my hand away. "And?" I didn't check the trending search. After all, I bet Melissa's PR team bought all the top spots just to show off how much Lawrence loved her.

All we could see was each other. In fact, we knew each other before Aaron got into a coma. We went to the same high school. Aaron was the jock of the school and had many admirers. Every time I saw him, someone would be confessing their feelings to him back then. Once, when he got harassed by a girl, he suddenly pointed at me through the crowd and said he had feelings for me for a long time. We had never spoken to each other before, and I could sense he was using me as a cover, so I went along with it.

Memories of how we first met replay in my head as I slowly begin to move my lips on his. Him standing right outside my gate and blending into the darkness, me letting him in and him tying me to a chair. Actually, we first met on the screen, a picture of him on the news where only his heterochromia blue and green eyes are seen, yet it took every single strength in me to look away. I push myself even closer to him, one hand traveling from his face, into his shirt, down to his back. He snarls into my mouth, another dangerous yes for me.

My coughing fit doesn't let me see who it is, because my eyes are shut tight from the pain in my throat, as my body racks from the force of my cough. Moments later, I blink, my vision blurry, as my throat stings, while trying to make sense of my surroundings. All of a sudden, the face hovering over me comes into focus, as that chill smirk makes me recognise him. "Ace." I breathe out in shock as I realise his arms are around me in a hugging fashion. He looks maddeningly calm as he stares lazily at me. "First day in school, and I'm already playing lifeguard. I should have charged a f*e." His smirk tilts as his voice drops low. "But then, you looked great in my arms."

Elijah didn't know what I was laughing at, but he laughed too. But as we laughed, I had this feeling that I'd forgotten something. "Sadie." Someone called me from behind. "Why haven't you come to see me these past few days?" I turned around and saw a pale-faced guy in a wheelchair. As I stared at him, fragments of memories slowly surfaced. I remembered now. He was Caleb. "Did you forget me?" It was the first time I'd ever seen fear in Caleb's eyes. I smiled. "No. You're Caleb."