Where details are exaggerated for whatever purpose it serves the subject.

1 November 2015

Sunday

2:30 p.m

Emilia Wesley sat on her bed, her laptop screen blaring holes into her skull as she balanced a pencil on her upper lip, a golden notebook in her left hand, and a cup of ice coffee in her right. Tiny wisps of blonde hair fell out of the messy top-knot atop her head and softly lay against the side of her neck, the roots displaying their original color; a light coffee brown. Her crumpled tank top and faded denim shorts were the only things protecting her from the October cold as she continued working on her paper; entrepreneurship and young entrepreneurs.

At a roadblock, she deleted another paragraph of her essay and sighed staring at the ceiling. Sunday afternoons were meant to be spent at the movies with hot dates or shopping at the mall with your besties not cooped up in your dorm completing essays due a month later. Everyone was so busy playing tonsil hockey and practicing devil's tango- you'd either become a third-wheel or awkwardly count the number of bumps in the ceiling above as your best friend swapped spit with her boyfriend in an empty booth in the diner. Neither were too appealing. 

Why was love so complicated?

Why was it so hard to actually find someone who was as committed to making the relationship work, just as much as you did?

She leaned back into her pillow remembering the feel of her lips against Lucas Braxton's. The way they molded so perfectly against his, the way he held her flush against him. Seven Minutes in Heaven but three years ago at her thirteenth birthday party. Her first kiss-her only kiss. Despite being one of the top 5 and one of the most sought-after girls at her school- few boys spared her a second glance and even fewer asked her out. She'd paid Cory Webster to be her date to prom last year. Can you believe it- 50 dollars! And she was still a virgin, Rosé lost hers at fourteen to the Charlie Knight. Captain of the National Swim Team.

Frustrated she sipped her coffee and sent the girls a text asking them if they were still on for their slumber party later that night at Astrid's. 

1 November 2015

Sunday

3:30 p.m

Rosé toyed with a fraying thread on her denim jacket, waiting expectantly for her boyfriend to jump out of the school pool and converse with her. "Sup", he asked, flashing her a grateful smile as she handed him a towel to dry himself. He dried his brown hair, throwing it back. 

She pursed her lips, "nothing much. Still on for Tuesday?" Their weekly dates had been narrowed down to two days a week especially with their busy schedules topped off with mountains of homework, extracurriculars -namely Charlie's swim practice- and clubs they barely had time to meet up let alone coincidentally stumble upon each other in the hallway. 

Charlie Knight rubbed the nape of his neck, water dripped from his hair and cascaded down his body. So slowly it seemed tantalizing and Rosé watched mesmerized, unable to look away until Charlie's voice snapped her out. "Swim practice. I'm really sorry Rosé. How 'bout Wednesday?" He proposed and she flashed him a weary smile. 

Her eyes swept over his tanned body once more before meeting his eyes. "Can't, I've got debate club." She fiddled with the fabric of her jacket, tongue-tied. "Forget it- you've got practice on Thursday and Friday, I've got tennis on Saturday and four tests next week- I..." She buried her head in her hands, exasperated. They hadn't met up for three weeks already, phone conversations and facetime sex? That shit can barely hold a candle to the real deal. 

"Hey, hey. Look at me", he encouraged, pulling her hands away and cupping her face between his palms. "I'm free Friday night, tacos and Netflix at my place." He delicately pecked her nose. 

"You're not tryna avoid me are you?" She inquired, concerned. "This isn't about my mother, is it?" Her brow creased, her mother had strongly disapproved of her relationship with Charlie and had done everything to keep them apart. Love prevails in the end, doesn't it?

He caressed her brow, relaxing the skin and she leaned into his touch. "I wouldn't avoid you. Ever." 

Rosé grinned. Standing on her tippy-toes, she pressed her lips to his. He immediately responded by running his tongue over her lower lip and she parted her lips. He shoved his tongue into her mouth ferociously, devouring her. She threw her arms around his neck, running her hands through his brown curls. Slowly he hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Her mind turned hazy and her eyes clouded over as she pulled away gasping for air. 

Charlie glanced at her, lips parted and swollen, hair a mess, and cheeks red, flaming, like her hair. "Screw oxygen", he breathed against her skin as he dove back in and devoured her lips like there was no tomorrow. He trailed his kisses down her jaw and bit into the skin between her neck and shoulder before crashing his lips against hers once more. Their heavy breathing filled the natatorium and Rosé slid her hand inside his shorts, desperate to feel him inside her. Charlie gripped her palm. "Not here at least, and I'm wet", he chided. 

She chuckled, her voice reverberating through the natatorium. "Wet for me or because you were swimming?" She peppered his jaw in kisses but he dodged, whisking his head away then breaking into a playful grin. "Both." Rosé pressed her lips against his once more. "We're alone, chill." 

And with that, he peeled the half-damp jacket off her shoulder, dropped it on the floor, and dove back to making out with her. 

Alone, huh? 

It should be a universal law to confirm one's claims. 

For only a few feet away hiding in the shadows of the locker rooms stood a grimacing Elowen watching them make love out in the open for anyone to see. She twirled a strand of her curled blond hair between her thumb and forefinger. Tank tops and miniskirts couldn't snag his attention. Or maybe he was just oblivious to her attention. 

Since he was already taken, but, you can always steal someone else's slice of cake too, right? 

She lightly tapped her manicured nail against the wooden door breaking into a malicious grin. "Guess I found my next victim, huh?"