I hurried outside once our last class was over, avoiding any social interaction. I immediately exit the school when someone calls out.

"Chelsea!" the voice says, tapping me on my shoulder. I turn around to see who it was. It's some guy I'm not familiar with.

"H-hi?" I say, my voice unsure.

"So, what's up? You stopped talking with me last summer," he chuckles awkwardly.

"I-I'm sorry but I'm—" not Chelsea.

"No need to worry," he cuts me off and winks. "Want to grab some coffee?" he invites. When I hesitated, he adds, "It's fine if you decline. No worries. After all you and that Avery guy just broke up, huh?"

"W-what?" I stammer.

"That's what the rumors say," he says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Y-yeah, right, we broke up," I say, trying to steady my trembling voice.

"So, are you up for some coffee?" he repeats.

"N-no, thanks. I'm busy," I reason out and he just nods.

"Sure. Next time I guess," he says, sounding defeated.

"Yeah, sure," I say and turn to leave. But before I do so, I turned back to him. "What was your name again?" I ask and he looks at me with disbelief.

"Are you serious?" he says.

"Come on, you know how bad my memory is," I say, trying my best to sound like Chelsea.

"It's Levi!"

"Oh yeah, right, Levi," I say. I don't know this guy, I really don't. "Levi, where did we meet, again?"

He laughs at me before answering.

"We met at Ofelia's yacht party, remember?" he "reminds" me.

"Oh, the yacht party," I repeat even though I have no idea what he was talking about.

"What else do you want to know?" he asks but I just shake my head.

"I better go," I say.

"Sure. See you tomorrow," he says and I walk away as fast as I can.

I can't believe Chelsea has been to a yacht party before. I wonder what else do I not know about my sister.

I went to the parking lot and spotted Avery's car. I waited for him to arrive. I needed to make things clear.

He finally appears in front of me. He gives me a surprised look but removes this right away and instead smiles at me.

"I need to ask you something," I say.

"What's that?" he asks, unlocking the door of his car.

"Who knows about it?"

I cross my arms as he looks at me with confusion.

"Who knows about what?" he says.

"Who knows about Chelsea's death," I reiterate.

"Me and me alone," he replies. "You guys didn't want it to be publicized, right?"

"Why did some girl ask me about it earlier," I say.

"Who?" he asks.

"Some random girl I don't know."

"She must've heard," he says.

"Why are people saying that you guys already broke up?" I change the subject.

"That's what I told them," he scoffs.

"Why?" I press on.

"Because that's the most logical thing to tell them!" he blurts, running out of patience.

"Are you sure that no one else knows?" I ask for the last time.

"Amelia, I'm a hundred percent sure."

He opens the car and starts to get inside when he stops and looks at me.

"Need a ride?" he invites and I don't know why I accepted the offer, my body just acted on its own.

On the way home, I can't help but notice how Avery was throwing me sideward glances every now and then.

"Focus your eyes on the road," I order.

"Yes, ma'am," he jokes and chuckles. "I'm glad you finally talked to me."

He parked in front of our driveway and before I could get out of his car, he grabs my wrist.

"I need to tell you something," he softly says. I turn to look at him.

"What?" I say.

"I did love Chelsea," he tells me with soft eyes. "But I think I loved you way more," he adds.

"Stop it, won't you?" I say, removing his grip around my wrist.

"Just," he exhales before continuing, "Listen, please?"

I seated myself properly and waited for what he has to say.

"Just this once," I say and he gives me an appreciative look.

"Let's go way back from middle school," he starts, looking at me with the same expression. "No, actually, let's go back way from the time we met."

I nervously adjust myself on the passenger seat, fumbling with the seatbelt.

"I was surprised back then when you decided to talk to me," he says, finally looking away. "You were the only girl in the gang," he chuckles.

He places his hand over the steering wheel, tapping his fingers against it.

"My favorite thing to do with you was catch beetles and play around the neighborhood with water guns," he recollects. I just stare at him, remembering every memory I shared with him.

"I never really noticed Chelsea at that time. My eyes were only set on you and you only."

He swallows and I can see how his Adam's apple bob in his throat.

"When we reached middle school, that's when I realized how much I liked you. You were the only girl that made me feel like that," he says, looking at me. He removes his hands from the steering wheel and stares at me intently.

"But you rejected me," he says, his voice hurt. "I wasn't able to take that, being only ten years old at that time. That's why I moved schools."

"W-why did you go to Chelsea back then?" I suddenly ask.

"I'm going there," he says. "I talked to her and not to you because I wanted to forget about you. When I talked to her, I somehow managed to do so. You guys looked so much alike but were so different to each other."

I keep silent, still staring at him and his dark brown eyes.

"I almost forgot about you, the Amelia I knew. The only girl that existed on my mind was that Amelia," he says and I can't seem to catch up.

"Huh?" I say.

"I thought Chelsea as some other Amelia," he explains. "That way I tricked my mind that I was dating an Amelia that loved me not the one who rejected me years ago."

"That's bullshit," I found myself say.

"I know, right?" he says. "Then one day, your parents told me about her death. I didn't know what to do."

His voice cracks as he brushes his hair up.

"That's when I saw you, that day on her funeral. You still looked the same, except that you were more silent and you were more beautiful."

I look away at this and he reaches out to touch my chin. He turns my face to look at him.

"That's when I realized that it has always been you," he says. "Call me an asshole for using your sister but I was just fucking confused, Amelia."

"S-shut u-up," I say. I can feel chills down my spine.

"I love you," he says, closing the gap between us. His lips reached mine, closing his eyes. I almost kissed him back but I immediately came to my senses. I pushed him away as hard as I can and opened the door of his car to leave.

"Amelia!" he calls out but I banged the door of his car close and ran straight inside my house.

I went upstairs to my room and locked the door. I fell on my knees and started trembling.

I kissed my childhood friend.

I kissed my sister's boyfriend.

I

kissed

an

asshole.