Summer Flings
1010 Words
HERRON'S P . O. V
I looked out my window as I drove to school wondering what this year would bring.
Would things change?
Will I fall in love? I laughed at that thought because it seemed sarcastic. You know why?
No?
Stick around long enough and you might find out.
Things haven’t changed much though, just the same old scenery: Trees. And I loved it, it felt like home and looked beautiful_ Serene. Did I expect it to change? Of course not but I find myself comparing it to the scenic views I saw during summer vacation.
Summer had been great. My parents took me to Italy where we went to Venice. From the Grand canal to Murano and even the Bridge of Sighs. I wanted to visit St Mark's Basilica but my mum claimed we needed to leave some for next time. We then headed to Paris where of course we started with the Eiffel Tower then took a boat down River Seine and after we visited the art museums. I swear my mum might have spent my college funds with how many paintings she bought. Paris is truly romantic and I might have caught a love bug or two lol.
They said Summer was the best season to fall in love, they didn’t lie. I fell in love, twice.
But I am single now, you may wonder why but like I said stick around and you will know.
The thought of my summer flings brings a certain feeling in my belly, not a good one… Mostly... But just a tiny little bit of nostalgia, when I remember the days I spent with Lorenzo in Italy, then with Dumont in Paris.
Am not a w***e I swear. It’s just that I met Lorenzo and everything about him pulled me in. The way he talked, smiled even his perfume, his accent was divine, I swear the first time he talked to me I almost creamed my pants and don’t get me started on that tanned body… Oh My! But most importantly he was caring, considerate, passionate and I couldn’t help but fall. I fell, so deep and fast but he wasn’t there to catch me... Not in the way I wanted anyway. Just friends, that’s is all he wanted... said he wasn’t ready to date yet. I still do not understand why I was so heartbroken, I had known the guys for almost a month. Maybe I moved too fast for him.
Then it was time to head to Paris, and trust me I never thought my heart could be so stupid as to fall for another person, but it did.
The heart wants what it wants right?
So, Dumont was different from Lorenzo. In all ways except one, the way he tugged at my heartstrings. I thought they were torn after amble rejects from Lorenzo but apparently not.
Dumont’s skin was so fair yet a bit tanned, accent so heavy yet very sexy. His muscles bulk in all right places, hot. That’s what he was and that’s how he made me feel… His eyes green, with flakes of gold. Went perfectly with his handsome face…He had the blackest hair I have ever seen, I even asked him if it was dyed, That was the first thing I had ever said to him, his reply was laughter, he laughed so hard his eyes moistened.
He was sarcastic to a fault, narcissistic too. His lopsided smile very Charming and he used that to his advantage. I remember how he was also straight forward. Couldn’t help but find myself smiling at that thought.
And for the second time, I was rejected too. Dumont wasn’t gay. That’s what he said. As if all the makeout sessions we had I was a girl or something.
I heard a horn and realized I had blocked the way, so I sped off the rest of the way to school. Shoving my thoughts so far deep into my mind where they were supposed to be. Because it’s useless thinking of people that you might never meet. Hot men in another continent. Men who had to put up with you just because you were stuck at the same place for a while.
I parked my Subaru WRX at the nearest available space, took off my white beanie, checked my white hair, my appearance, I was fine. So, I took my backpack and walked towards my group of friends who were already waving at me enthusiastically.
You see, I am a jock very popular too. I had an expected clique of friends, expected behaviour and even grades. Such is the world we live in, a world where we are separated by class.
“Hey…. Marsha, Zoe, Leon, Zasch, Brad, Pak and Savry.” I greeted while offering half hugs. That’s what they were waiting for, so we started catching up, me half interested in what they had to say….
The first bell rang and we all headed different ways to our lockers, to do whatever and head to class.
Once I got to my locker, I noticed Zoe was still walking by me, talking excitedly. I wonder what about…
“…. Ron… HERRON!!... God, are you even listening to me?”
“Sorry Zoe” I flashed her my famous side smile. “What were you saying? My mind was on this season’s game” I easily lied.
“I said we have a few new students… And before you ask, my aunt told me, she heard it from the principal.”
“Oh cool,” I answered, uninterested.
She looked at me weirdly as if she expected me to say more. I just ignored her and walked into Maths class. Couldn’t it have been a free period? Gah! Maths first thing when we get back to school. Inconsiderate teachers!
I was so busy ranting in my head to notice that the class was deathly silent, abnormal. Because the teacher should be talking. I raised my head to see why and what I saw had my heart stop.
No f*****g way!!! No. No. No. This must be a cruel joke.
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