Day 3

       I used to love William Gray. Things got a little weird when I imagined him in my bedroom. I will never to that again, never.

       Because now I like Oliver Snowfields.

        Nevertheless, it was hard to forget William. I had to change all my cellphone backgrounds and delete all the pictures from camera roll. Had to open my secret drawer and throw away every Google printed photo too. Didn't know it was so many...

       I was looking for more useless objects related to William when I finally found his cursed Lego, near an empty shampoo tube entitled 'Gray's Smell: Only for Lovers'.

       The shampoo was rapidly thrown inside the garbage (which I was going to entitle 'the official Gray's Trash'), and I looked at Lego William. Won't do that again, won't imagine things. But won't throw him either. It is just a toy, after all, and it costs money, and my days...

•••

       Greggy was standing by my locker using weird shoes, combining with his weird pants.

       "Hey, Angel, want to eat something before classes?"

       "Hey! Such a good mood, dear Greggy... What happened?"

       "You happened! Look at you, so pretty!"

       Greggy has never called me pretty, nice or anything related to beauty. What the hell is happening to the world?

       "Thank you..."

        His smile disappeared 1 second later. "Hey... we need to talk."

       "About what?"

        "About him." Greggy pointed at a guy buying a chocolate bar from the candy machine. I frowned. What does Greggy want to say about my crush?

       MY CRUSH hehe

        "Start talking, then."

        "Angelina, he is not who you think he is. I-I... He is a jerk. He was talking to all the girls-"

        "HAHAH wow!! Greggy, he is trying to KNOW people, he is NEW. Oliver is not a jerk just because he wants to SOCIALIZE."

       "But..."

        "He was talking to all boys too, teachers, janitors- because differently from you, that boy is NICE." I walked away without looking at his stupid face.

       "Angelina! wait!!" I heard his scream. Then almost inaudible "...don't leave me alone again."

•••

       "Alone again" "alone again"... I had left Greggy all by himself yesterday when I walked Oliver to the candy machine. My friend was just trying to get attention and I left him! again!

       You are so stupid, Angelina, so stupid... you have a soulless heart, a soulless heart!!

       Thinking about my heart and how it was soulless in a crowded cafe place was actually a good idea. There were a lot of noise from many different voices, and I knew that if I stayed home alone I would cry. Seeing other peoples' lives is good to forget about your own.

      There was a little ring, and soon Bel Vinn entered carrying a bunch of shopping bags and his little brother. Her waved hair was all over her face and she made a quick pony tail before turning to the cashier, smiling broadly. Her brother tapped at the window, showing a cookie, and Bel nodded. While the boy was paying the cashier with a big beam on his face, Bel glanced over the tables, and our eyes met. She winked at me.

       I watched curiously as they left with the bags plus snacks. Has Bel Vinn just winked at me?

       The little bell rang again, and I turned my head to see who the new customer was.

       Living in a small town is dangerous, we always bump into people we were deeply trying to avoid bumping at.

      He ordered a capuccino.

      And I was already hiding myself behind the menu when he began walking in my direction.

       No, no...

       "Angelina? The intense girl? What a surprise!"

       "O-Oliver..! What a surprise..." I looked down, didn't want to see that beautiful face and screw everything up again. Why does Oliver only bring misery? I was just so peaceful one minute ago...

       "Hey," he touched my arm, "why are you upset?"

       His fingers were as delicate as his voice. I felt like crying, then screaming, then killing myself. Words escaped suddenly, and it was the first thing my brain was capable of forming.

       "Greggy is mad at me."

       Oliver digested it for a moment. "Fights usually happen for a motive." He said.

       Of course they do, and YOU are this motive. Stop trying to make things better because you won't.

       "Yes, but I can't change the past. He is already mad."

       "Well, you can change the future." He grabbed the empty chair in front of me and sat without asking permission.

       I liked it. And finally looked up at his eyes. There, I could contemplate the new tone they've got after one night of sleep and a little coffee: there was Mrs Smith's grass, and the sky we see in the Artic. There was the whole nature and seas, living together and playing with intertwined hands. He watched me for some time, which was enough to get me dumb, then got up.

       I thought he was going to give a pitiful look down at me and leave without other words, but what he actually said made my heart skip a bump.

    "This place is getting full, C'mon, Angelina." he put some money under the plate.

•••

       I couldn't take my eyes off Oliver's back while he leaded us through streets and more corners. I've never felt something like that before. Never.

       Like... Why his butt was so attractive?

       In what seemed to be some minutes of pleasurable walking, we arrived at a hill near my aunt's house. Used to play on that hill almost every day when I was a child.

       "Discovered this place yesterday." Oliver started climbing it, showing no effort to get on the top. Unlike me, because of the lack of exercises.

       I nudged some grass with my shoe. "Yes, this mountain is magical- the best thing in town."

        He beamed. It was sunset... Wait.

        I was alone with Oliver Snowfields on the top of a hill watching a sunset???

"Angelina, do you prefer summer or winter?"

        "I..." Was still thinking about the impossibility of that moment. "...prefer winter."

         "Good thing. You can smell of lot of snow here in Canada, I guess." He smiled mischievously.

         I laughed a little just to mask the lack of oxygen inside my lungs. And then, smooth as a cat, Oliver stepped forward and faced me with his stunning eyes. And he licked his lower lips, making them look tasty. "Can I call you Angel?"

       Before I could comprehend what was happening, he slammed my body onto an enormous tree behind, bringing his lips to mine. It was the first time someone kissed me and his audacity made me want to scream but I caged that will inside my throat. I couldn't think straight, all I knew was that Oliver's lips were sweet and cold, feeling like a good ice cream on a hot day of summer. Oliver Snowfields was kissing me, and I didn't know how to kiss back; and the more his icy breath fawned across my body, more I trembled, disorientated, weak and vulnerable.

     He smiled against me. "Just copy what I do.", and his tongue traced my bottom lip. I gasped, and he made my mouth open for him. His touch became acid-like and I couldn't form one single thought. I kept feeling his tongue, his lips, his nose, his hand and his body against mine, like a huge shield, depriving me of seeing the rest of the world.

•••

         A fresh breeze hit my face while I was walking the way home. Thanks to the streetlights I was able to see the path without stumbling because of two wobbly legs. It was very dark, mom was probably waiting for me, to punch my nose, and then ask why I had delayed so much. I knew she would ask silly questions about my temperature and yell about walking alone at night, and her killer gaze telling me to heat up food in the microwave. I didn't care, simply didn't care.

        But... Why do I have the impression that this happened too fast?