I think it was somewhere around that time in 7th grade, we were in the same class and on one fine day everything fell back to it's place. I was always so happy and free.
But not too long after, I was so caught up in my daydreaming, I hadn't realized I destroyed something that should not have been tampered with. Something that was fine as it was.
Because little did I know that those silly insecurities of mine will eventually lead me to the end of everything I thought I knew.
Sometimes I think, it was the right thing to do.. right?
I was confused, naive and unaware of how the outcome might be but I think this is what life is all about.
Now I find myself wiser, learning a little more each day, changing and rectifying myself, and yet I think I might still be in love. I figure that it's not necessary to fall out of love in order to move on.
If I look back, it's all so clear like it happened yesterday and I think it's beautiful. He liked me to a certain extent and called it love and I could never not regret the moments I could spend running my fingers through his hair, adoring his beautiful smile but instead I chose to leave.
I could stay, and maybe it would've ended up differently, but do I want it to end differently? I knew for a fact that if I stayed for a little longer, I might know something about him that would probably make me hate him forever and I didn't want that.
What I had for him was real and we sure were the best. I think what went down between him and I when we were younger shouldn't bother me anymore.
I'll always want only good things to happen to him.
...
Upon reaching the auditorium, they were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice Ian approaching them.
He tapped his finger gently on her shoulder and said, "Bree?"
Turning her head toward him, her expression seemed amused.
"It's really you! Damn, last night I was so buzzed, I forgot to ask you so many things. I feared I might never see you again"
Having chatted for hours even though they were both drunk, they became more acquainted with each other and were just like friends. In fact, after waking up in the morning, he regretted not asking for her number.
He sure was excited to see the purple eyed girl again. However, Ivy and her friends looked completely astonished.
Ivy beamed at him and said, "I'm sorry but I think you got the wrong person"
Ian was dismayed. He glared at her and muttered, "What are you talking about? Do you really think I won't recognize you just because you don't have your purple lenses on?"
"Purple lenses? But I don't even.. have purple lenses"
As she said this, she was grinning madly in her mind but this hot guy standing in front of her was not here to meet her. He just confused her with someone else.
Probably a beautiful girl with Angelina Jolie's face and Kim Kardashian's ass whom he met last night and was totally infatuated by her mesmerizing purple eyes when he was drunk. She analysed the situation according to what he just mentioned.
"Really? Then who's Bree? Your identical twin sister? Then are you a germophob as well or you do shake hands? ", he said sarcastically.
Upon hearing the name, Ivy seemed so shocked like her eyes were almost going to pop out.
Bree? How did he know about Bree? How did anyone even know about her existence? This isn't possible. She died eleven years ago and no one has seen her ever since then why now? Why now, when I just got over the fact that she'll never be back? Now that I've got my life together, why does she have to come back?
She dazed out; shaking her head, she declared, "I am not who you think I am. And please don't call me by that name ever again. I am Ivy Blaise and I would like to be called by my name only."
With that being said, she left the hall confidently and her friends who were so amused just now followed her up shortly. Ian was still in disbelief. He drew back the corners of his mouth and smiled, letting his imagination run wild, "Let's see how long she's gonna play her games"
Hearing that, Cordan reflected true discomfort on his face and said, "I feel a headache forming in my stomach. What the hell are you up to now?"
"Last night feels like an entire month. So many things happened I can't even process it all", Debrie said narrowing his eyes.
In the girl's restroom
Ivy knew that she wasn't strong enough to get what she wanted like Bree. Her anxieties were starting to kick in and her hands were trembling with fear. Underneath all these, the real question was, who is Bree?
If Bree was someone she last met eleven years back, then this would mean that back in that time, they were 7 year old kids. So what's so terrorising about a 7 year old kid?