moments revealed every aspect of a person. And God, have I enjoyed every
single one of his aspects.
We had become the type of best friends who came over for dinner
every week and whose Moms knew each other’s most recent drama,
gossiping over gift shop cups of coffee on the porch.
He lived down the street from me, so I’d walk over and have dinner
with his family on Sunday nights, laughing as Trish recalled old stories and
his sisters threw chips at each other across the table.
But it changed when junior year rolled around.
Levi had finally returned from being away with his family in Vermont
during Christmas break. I had been bored all December waiting for him. So
the day he returned, I rushed through the hall to the second locker on the
left from our English class to see him.
Only to find him kissing someone.
My stomach clenched spotting him kissing Jennifer O'Brien. I was
blindsided seeing him pressed up against that locker with Jennifer's hands
crawling across his body like she was etching a sonnet into his skin. I
couldn’t remember how long I stared; I couldn’t stop. It was like catching
your celebrity crush in person. My throat dried up, my eyes filled with
tears, and my feet refused to move until someone bumped into me, forcing
me out of the way.
I had seen Vi—Levi—leave for dates and go to prom with other girls
and I was always completely fine! There were always twinges of jealousy,
but I brushed it off as protectiveness for my best friend. But I had never
seen him kiss anyone before. That…that felt wrong—intrusive actually.
And when I saw Jennifer taking his lips in hers, I regretted it instantly,
because every emotion I didn’t know existed rose to the surface.
It’s been almost a year since it happened, and I still couldn’t erase the
memory. But it was Senior Prom tonight and graduation tomorrow, and I
couldn’t put this off any longer.
Scrapbooking didn’t work; watching endless romance films didn’t
work; embroidering and quilting didn’t work; and writing a list of all of his
cons definitely didn’t work because he had none.
The only con I could come up with was that he didn’t try to kiss me
after the homecoming football game in September. We had been sitting in
his car outside my house, and I had glanced at his lips at least twice.