It was in the early June, I have had the wonderful opportunity to go on a date with a pretty girl of my class, Carla was her name, she is a hybrid beauty, I mean her father was from Edinburgh and her mother was from Morocco, but they settled in Carbondale a long back, even before either of us were even born. She has the beauty of her mom and that sexy British accent of her dad, making her one of the most desired women in our class, in our school for a matter of fact.
Her short dark hairs in her layered bob cut, where often a lock of her hairs falls over her right eye, which she often waves back her ear, her brown cat-like eyes, and her lips so soft that lotus would withdraw the competition of velvet softness, her bosom, that hides behind her t-shirts and bra, careful on its exposure. It surprises me how much she reminds me of Nathalie Emmanuel, her talk, her words, her smile, her walk, pretty much everything reminds me of Nathalie Emmanuel.
I vividly remember the day, the day I didn't know that I would get an opportunity like that. I remember her standing in the cafeteria with her hands holding that bright red plate, in her hand, upon which she had a burger and a cover, I didn't know what was inside till the very end, her eyes gazing for a seat, until she finds one in the corner, right beside her table was another table often occupied by a bunch of ratty- assholes.
She went for the seat, unaware of those assholes, and being the 1st day of our senior year, I was standing in the line, scrutinizing the fresh face, which she is, and staring her till I stood in the middle of the cafeteria myself, looking for a lonely seat, the place where I belong for the initial days.
I saw James, one guy from the asshole gang, walk to her, and sat across her, trying to work his "sesame moment with her." That was the moment when I saw that damsel in distress, the heroic me, said to save her, the other coward asked me to walk away. I saw her moving and trying to avoid the conversation with him.
'Fuck it.' I told myself as I walked to her table, sat beside her, swapped the plate right when James' hand reached for her half-bitten burger.
'How are you doing? Been so long. And that chocolate pudding was amazing, my sister loved it.' I spoke, as if I knew for a long time, she was logically quite thunderstruck for a few seconds until she noticed my wink, that flew from my left eye. She realized it was a charade and decided to act accordingly.
'Wow, I am good.' She said, half nervous and half smiling, her eyes rolled to watch James, he was still seated across her. 'I missed you.' She said as she threw her arms around me and gave me a side hug. James banged the table and got his ass where he came from, I didn't touch her plate yet, and I heard the asshole gang going Boo! On James' face. They all swam away from the cafeteria, knocking over a guy's plate, expressing anger, that he wished he could have shown on me.
We swapped the plate to our own, I shifted my seat, from beside her to across her. She gave a thankful smile, and also extended her arms. 'Carla, Carla Wraite.' She introduced herself.
'Adam Finney.' I introduced myself to her, as my arms reached hers, I felt her sweaty and soft palms, I sensed how nervous she was. 'they won't be troubling me at lunch anymore I guess.'
'Thanks, I have seen you in art class.' She added.
So did I.'
Win some friends on the first day - Check. Talk to some hot girl - check. My mind was making the ticks.
Our friendship blossomed then on, until one evening, she waited to see my football game practice, I took a break and met her, sitting on the ground stage, in her grey t-shirt and denim jeans.
'I didn't know you like football that much.' I said gasping.
'I don't' she replied. 'But I like you.'
'Well, that's flattering, what did I do to impress such a fine lady like you?'
'Can you find out?' she asked, twisting, and swaying her body in an overrated womanly gesture. And I know what she was having in mind, I have had that same thing running in my mind for so long.
'Friday night, central park, I'll pick you up. Sounds good?' I asked. She gave me a look of surprise; she was surprised that I read her mind. She lifted her eyebrows to show that she was impressed by my mind-reading ability.
Sounds like a plan.' She said and departed as I continued with my football training.
***
And today is Friday, I approached my sister's room, Abernathy Finney, but rarely do we call her by her full name, Abby is an alternate and so subtle and sexy name. and so, the name suited her too. Her light brown long wavy hair, that flung till her shoulders, her ocean blue eyes, in her soft pale round face, her sharp pretty smile, which looks even more beautiful with her coral, cotton-like lips.
Her petite body, which makes her alluring to men, whatever dress she wore, she looks fine and gorgeous. Apart from my girlfriend reminded me of Nathalie Emmanuel, there are 2 other surprises.
1st is how much my sister resembles Melissa Benoist. Abby even has a hairstyle like Melissa Benoist. And I often crack jokes saying that we could swap Melissa with you, and still, everything would be the same, except, my sister is a horrible singer and even more horrible actor.
2nd is how much my mom, Carmen McCarthy formerly, now, Carmen Finney, and Michelle Monaghan have in common, physically speaking, they have the same wavy brown hair, sparkling green eyes, petite physique for their age, and what gets weird is that my mom, Carmen, and Monaghan are just 2 years apart. My mom is 46 and Monaghan is 44. It was a compliment for the ladies in our house, my sister likes to be compared with Melissa Benoist and My mom kind of like when she was compared with Michelle Monaghan until the concept of age was not mentioned.
My mom said that she gave birth to Abby when she was 22, they weren't even married then. She said she got married a few months after Abby was born. Then, she said, gave birth to me, when she was 25, exactly three years later.