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The dinner was good.
Talon didn't say anything to me while Alyssa gave me looks as if I was doing something wrong with Talon in my room.
Good God grief, this girl!
Alyssa thinks something is still left... but for me, I am so done with Talon. He was the part of my life, and not now and never will. I may make mistakes but I don't repeat the same again and again.
Throughout the dinner, everyone was busy talking to me about my school life and my boyfriend... Caleb.
Well, he was supposed to join me but he got his football practice.
So, yeah all they asked about his whereabouts, and I did tell them the truth but with Talon smirking and then he murmured, "Well, I guess he's a big coward. Still scared to show me his bloody face!"
I glare at him, the entire dinner while Jason and Alyssa tried to distract me with their verbal fight on cupcakes and chocolates, as in which is better. And all I did was laughing at them.
After dinner, mom asks me to take everyone to the gaming room, which I obliged to.
David and Jason started playing COD, while Samantha flirts with Jason, admiring him. David, as usual, ignores his little sister.
Alyssa and I sit on our favourite cushions, talking and laughing.
"Claire says she does nose jobs every once in a year!" Alyssa giggles as I smile. "... but then, I thought about it and I smile, god she does nose jobs once in a year but she gives blow-jobs every week... lol" Alyssa laughs.
Alyssa is like that, loves gossiping, especially about Claire. They hate each other with a burning passion, and I have to be the mediator between them, always.
Just then, Talon enters the room... looking around till his eyes meet mine. He smirks, winking at me and then looking away and greeting the people playing.
I look at them, more specifically him and then turn to look at my best friend.
"He is such a jerk!" Alyssa speaks up.
"Why?" I ask. I know he is but this topic the entire sudden, why?
"...he sleeps with girls. What a playboy." I roll my eyes at the obvious. "Does he even have a heart?"
"Alyssa, chuck it. Just like Claire, we know how he is. No need to waste our breath to even talk about him." I say.
"He wasn't like this before.”Alyssa looks at him and then me, giving me a small smile.
I just stare at her.
Where the f**k is she taking the chat to?
"He was a very sweet guy and would respect the girls, he wasn't into girls…" She smirks at me. "Except you."
"Me? Are you kidding?" I chuckle, dryly.
"You were pretty dense that time. That boy was crazy for you, did everything to impress you and all you did was friend-zoned him..." Alyssa winks.
I faked being in shock, not really believing her. But then I remember our days. Our childhood days where Talon and I used to be very close. Alyssa used to be jealous of our closeness. Mostly, Talon and I used to have sleepovers. Alyssa was busy with the parties her parents forced to attend and now it's all gone.
Alyssa snaps her fingers in front of me as I look at her, blankly.
"Thinking about those days?" She gives me a sad small smile.
I refuse to answer, looking all over the room, except her. I hear her sigh, getting up. "I miss those days when we the three musketeers."
"I am going downstairs for some snacks, see you around!" Alyssa walks out as I see her retreating figure.
Then, my eyes meet his.
Concern and an unknown emotion depicting in his eyes which I refuse to decipher. I refuse to and I don't want to.
I look away before the tears can start their show and ruin my strong figure in front of him.
He was my first love and I loved him with all my will and strength.
I may hate him, now. He may be my rival but I will never forget him as my first love.
You see no one can forget their first love, even though whatever he/she has done to you, good or bad or hurtful. You just can't forget your first love.
I wipe a tear from the corner of my eye, get up and walk out of the room, knowing he is watching me go. I walk hurriedly to my room, closing the door only to sit behind the door, leaning and crying, which I often do but nobody gets to know. That I still cry for what Talon did with me in freshman year.
No one suppose to know. And no one will.
- Writer
