Losing You
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Chapter 2 Justin

Green round eyes, pale skin, long brunette hair make her stand out in the crowd. She is the definition of beauty. I have never met her before. She is not only new in college but also in the town. This is a small community. Everyone knows everyone. I was born here, live my life here. I know almost every town in these towns. She is fresher, for sure. I've been in this school for 3 years now, so I know most of them. She was sitting with Sam and Ed. One of them definitely knows her. I want to get to know her. I want to get close to her.

I come to my condo after football practice. The coach is going mad about upcoming games. We are practicing hard. The coach is halfway to become violent. I need a hot shower and some sleep. My house is my paradise. I don't have a party at my condo. My parents stay in this place when they start their married life. It's a two-bedroom apartment. It was my dad's friend's place. After dad established himself in the law world, he bought this place from his friend. Now my parents have their own mansion. My dad is a criminal lawyer and my mom is a homemaker. My dad worked hard. Today, we are one of the most well-respected families in our community. My family has power and reputation. Everyone knows us. Some might think money makes us arrogant. But we are not like that. My parents are quite strict about the rules. They make sure 3 of their children are well-behaved. My older brother, who is 4 years older than me, is a lawyer like our dad. He is married to one of the most beautiful women, Zelda. They have twins. Two girls. My youngest sister is 2 years younger than me. She is the boss of our house. She is a ballet dancer. She loves it. In short, I'm a happy child from a wealthy family.

After the shower, I need the much-wanted sleep now. I lie on my bed and sleep comes to me in a second.

I'm late. This is the third time I'm late for my class. Why anyone will have a class at 8 am. I'm already 2 minutes late. My home to class is 10 minutes late, a total of 12 minutes late. If my parents know about it, they will have a heart attack. I run. Just fly from my condo to class. I make it in 8 minutes. That's good.

After class, we were all in the canteen when I saw her again. Today she is wearing a black crop top, shorts, and her hair is in a low-losing ponytail. She is so beautiful. My eyes are on her. I can't see anything else.

"Hey, Emily," Sam called her.

Emily. Her name suits her. Her name is innocent, just like her face. She smiles at Sam and comes to our table.

"Hey." She smiles and greets us.

Sam stands up and holds her hand.

"Everybody, this is Emily. Emily, this is Jacob, my boyfriend, Annie, my Bff, Justin my childhood/family friend, and Drew, Justin and Jacob's friend."

She smiles at us. Her smile is just wow. Something about her is different. I can't keep my eyes off. From head to toe, she is perfect. Her narrow waist, those legs are to die for.

"Come, sit with us," Sam tells her.

"I have to go. I work in a cafe. I just started."

She works as a part-timer. There's only one cafe that hires part-timers. So I think I know where she works. I came from my thought to see her, and she is gone. Very soon we will meet again. Drew keeps asking about Emily, which annoys me a lot. He wants to know everything about her. Sam is also telling him things that she knows. But, fortunately, she doesn't know much about her.

"Set us up."

"What?" Sam looked at him in shock. I wish I could punch his face.

"I really like her. She is my type."

Drew doesn't have any type. If it's a girl, then she is his kind.

"No way, dude. She is Ed's friend. He will kill me." Sam says. "Leave the girl. She is not like that."

"But I like her," Drew replies, Sam, with a sad face. It doesn't work on us anymore. He plays the same cards too many times now for us to believe that he is able to do anything other than man whoring.

"Leave it. I'm serious." Sam is kind of deadly serious now.

"Shit. Okay."

But I'm not leaving it. I want to know her. I'm curious about her. I want to know everything about her. I just can't get her out if my mind. I keep thinking about the rest of my day and night as well.

            
            

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