INICIAR SESIÓNoften wondered how I came into being, I mean, whether I was a desired child, or just something that just happened and what they had to take care of. Whatever. The point was, it made my life pretty lonely.
The only person who showed any interest in me at all was Kate, my best and only friend. That, too, was a sad certainty in a way.
Actually we were too different and I never quite understood why she wanted to be friends with me. I was as boring as a slice of toast while toasting.
Kate, on the other hand, was a fine lady, I would almost say. It was tall, slim and always styled down to the last detail. The make-up always looked like it had taken hours and there wasn't any hair that wasn't carefully placed. Her flirtatious blonde page cut was always downright perfect.
She kept talking to me about my styling. That was just an annoying topic for me that I didn't want to deal with. I mean, I dressed completely normally, on average like millions of other people, and that was perfectly okay. I couldn't and couldn't change my hair much. They were just long, black, and curly, which I inherited from my mother. I thought they were as pretty as they were. Point.
There were quite a few things that were totally contradictory to us, but maybe we were so good friends because we just couldn't get in each other's way about a lot of things. There was simply no such thing as envy. I couldn't think of a single topic to argue about. I also hated arguments. It only gave me a stomach ache.
The Florida sun kept shining on my body, which now felt like a grilled sausage.
A little too hot and a little charred. Time to go in.
I still had a date with Kate and knowing her, she was here faster than I could think. She was always too hectic for my liking. Everything always had to happen quickly. She turned over halfway in everything she did and especially when talking. That was one point I didn't like that much about her. It strained me because I didn't like talking that much anyway. To be honest, I didn't even know what to talk about. I hadn't been able to experience anything, had never been out of Jacksonville - except for the mandatory visits to my Aunt Sophie, but she lived only a few miles from Jacksonville - and I had absolutely nothing to do with boys.
Once Kate started talking, all was lost. Most of the time it was very practical because I just had to listen and nod. Most of the time I only listened to her with half an ear, it was mostly just about shopping, clothes or the latest designer anyway. My clothes came from the downtown shopping mall. And “Made in China” was not yet known to me as a trendy designer.
There was only one topic that made me stop personally and that was the "boys" topic. In this point, Kate had a lot more experience than I did and I hoped to learn something from her.
Because I'm pretty much the shyest girl there is in my school - oh, what do I say, on the entire planet - at least that's what I thought. Not that there wouldn't be a boy I found good, it just was so difficult ... I just didn't know how to do it. If I were to follow Kate's advice, then I would have to pretend and that's what I wanted and most of all I couldn't.
There were a few guys I knew liked me, Kate always envied me for them. I, on the other hand, had the feeling that it wasn't exactly because of me, but simply because of the fact that there was someone on this planet who was not at her feet.
"Oh Lila, you could turn the heads of all boys with the way you look," she constantly reprimanded me.
“Take a look at yourself, your hair alone is a sin, or do you know someone who has such a beautiful mane? So not me. You look like a black-haired angel, my love. ”- I heard her talking.
Although, I did hear a bit of envy from there. Of course she would never admit it and I quickly forgot about it because I couldn't imagine that she liked anything about me.
“Dear, you are 19 years old and have just managed to get Phil Meyer to kiss you. Lila, he has a crush on you and I happen to know that you are not averse to either! Let it happen, otherwise you will die an old maid! ”- it still echoed in my ears.
Amen.
What was she proud of? That it was people from wealthy families who convinced them to go out with us? It was pathetic how superficial some people were. I suddenly felt disgust. Yes, as I knew Kate, she was proud of this, I thought sarcastically. Sometimes I was happy that we were so incredibly different on some points. Then at least I didn't have to think about something like that any further."I just hope they're not philistines," I said quietly, not knowing if she heard it.She just parked her freshly washed convertible and I saw where we would spend the evening. I rolled my eyes and ran my thumb and forefinger over my nose. Of course it had to be “La Habanna”, what else? The most expensive cocktail bar in Jacksonville, right on the St. Johns River Promenade.Was it only superficiality surrounding me, I thought annoyed? I already didn't feel like getting to know the people who were waiting for us. Hoping to see a white Audi, I turned to all sides.
I'm so sorry, Lila," he said briefly and smiled again."Me too, Daniel" - my voice stopped for a moment. "I meant the last two weeks" - I admitted quietly.I was really sorry, he didn't deserve me to treat him like that. His face twitched in pain, as if he were reliving the agony of the last few weeks in his heart."I am also ... very sorry" - he replied, also embarrassed. What did he mean by that, I didn't understand, what was he so sorry for? He had done nothing at all, except that he existed. I had to postpone my questions because Mr. Brown was just entering the classroom. Damn. I could not wait. I quickly tore a piece of paper from my pad."What are you sorry for Daniel?" - I wrote on it and pushed him over to him. Without looking at me, which was another sign of the fact that he already knew what was on the piece of paper, he picked up a pen and wrote something on it. It took half an eternity before he passed the note over to me unnoticed.&ld
One day, it should change . Like almost every day, I sat alone in my seat, fought back tears at the end of school and packed my school bag.The class was already empty. I strolled slowly down the hall and as I stepped outside, Kate came towards me. Quickly put on a friendlier mine purple. I wasn't in the mood for an interrogation.I couldn't hide it from her for long anyway. It was almost a miracle that I made it this far. But, with Daniel and Sem, she's had a good distraction lately. Every day she had to think about how to impress both of them.She seemed to be in a good mood, which I didn't expect after leaving her alone again earlier."Tell me, what was the matter with Daniel, he half ran to his car as if he didn't expect to get away from here," she said again in one breath. He's been doing that for days, but it's good that she only noticed it today.“How should I know, Kate. You can ask him personally ”, I evaded irritated play.
Sem Callahan came towards me on the grand staircase. I haven't had the opportunity to meet him yet. Nevertheless, I knew automatically that it was him. Sem was a little shorter than Daniel. His hair was a little darker, but he had the same deep blue eyes. He smiled at me as I passed him. He too had a tremendous charisma, but by far not the same as Daniel had. It was different with him. He hadn't blown me away like Daniel had the day before. Obviously it wasn't a fundamental problem what I had with the Callahan's. It was entirely up to Daniel.Before entering the classroom, I parted my hair and sorted my curls a little. I did this more often because it avoided headaches. I walked into the room and the first thing I saw was Daniel's face. Was it so impossible to get my plan through? I felt angry at myself. Consistency was probably not one of my strengths. He smiled at me with his beautiful eyes. I looked away quickly so as not to fall into his gaze again. He was a drug. You kne
Kate was good at this, but I ... I thought I was different. But Daniel triggered something completely unknown in me. And I'll say it again- it really scared the hell out of me.I thought about it all day, couldn't follow the lesson and still couldn't find a solution.Our eyes met every now and then and every time I had the feeling that his eyes reflected my thoughts and my soul. As if to tell me, "Hey, I understand that you're confused."It calmed me a bit that he seemed to know how I was doing . And I knew he knew. On the other hand, it was so daunting that I tried to look away again as soon as possible. Of course it wasn't normal to think like that, but it felt so familiar, as if it had never been any different between us.When the doorbell rang and it was the end of school for today, I was slowly trotting down the big stairs when Daniel suddenly walked next to me. I took a deep breath and looked at him. His presence cost me strength.“It's
Oh, I was uncomfortable because everyone was naturally staring at me. I glanced around quickly before scurrying to my seat with my head bowed. I had one right by the window, which I was very grateful for.Here and there some of them talked about their experiences they had made during the vacation. I only took it with half an ear. I've never had much to do with my classmates. So I just didn't care what they were talking about.As usual, I automatically looked out the window and suddenly thought of Phil who was standing in the parking lot earlier. Occasionally he looked over at me as if to say that my time to think about it had expired and that I should now make up my mind.He didn't make it easy for me. I tried to put this topic off as long as possible. But it was clear that it couldn't go on much longer.Fortunately, the voice of Mr. Brown, the math teacher, broke my mind and I had to look up. He was a short, thin man, in his forties, and was half bald. Y