Emerald
For a second, I was stuck for words and looked behind me to make sure he was talking to me. There was no one behind which was obvious, unless he was cross eyed since he made too much eye contact with me.
I cleared my throat, playing with my ponytail.
Turning back to him, he waved a hand.
"Oh," I said, widening my eyes and touched my chest. "You mean me, hi?"
He chuckled and smiled, revealing his cute dimples.
Not so bad. And he clearly wasn't bad in a white plain shirt with-- I looked down at his faded blue jeans that was rolled way up his ankles, with a long socks to cover the exposed area
What century was this, the nineties?
It wasn't even cold. Surely, he had to be coming from a circus.
"I'm Devin." He brought his hand forward for a handshake. "You seem new here. Freshman?"
Now I was clueless. Was I going to let my taste for guys make me lose my manners? I mean, it was only a friendly gesture.
"You sound in your final year when you sound like that but yeah, I guess I am!" I remained cool wearing a small smile. His brown eyes lit up when I spoke. He seemed nervous and composed all at once which was weird. His eyelashes were thick and long as he batted them down.
What was he looking down at?
"Oh!" I laughed, realizing I had left his hand hanging. "I'm sorry."
"It's no problem," he said with an almost perfecect smile. "You're doing enough already."
I didn't know what prompted me, but I ended up shaking him. His palm was a rock--firm, just how I liked my men. Wait, what?
"Your hands are really cold. Huh, what's the name again?"
"Hurry up man!" One of the guys from his band who were steps away from us yelled and he twisted in their direction.
"Oh fuck off!" He threw an arm in the air. "You can go without me."
"But we're using your car," the professionally dressed one said.
"Um..." he searched for the key in his jean pockets.
Was he about to ditch his friends for me? Cause the small talk was soon going to be over.
And where was Mimi for the upteenth time?
"You could go with your friends. I have somewhere to be too," I said.
"No, they're only being a pain in the as--neck cause I'm talking with you." He but his pink lips softly, staring into my eyes like he had discovered a treasure he could stash all for himself but he didn't look like that. More like Robin Hood giving back to the people.
Okay, cliques waiting and being a pain in his ass...I hoped it wasn't some bet shit I had read and seen in movies, but why would they even want to bet on me? I wasn't even that innocent. I'd play them in their own game.
"And why's that?" I asked, squinting.
"Cause you're beautiful..."
I scoffed humorously. Boys never ceased to amaze me with their same old lines and sweepstakes. I basically would have fallen for that years ago but I was way too experienced for their boyish little games.
So what, I was beautiful? There were a lot of other beautiful girls they could go after. I could remember some who left for someone more prettier, hotter or just someone else. I was sick of their bullshit.
"Okay," I said, wearing a straight face.
He furrowed his brows. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Do you feel you did?"
"No..."
I half shrugged. "Well then..."
"Woah...you are kind of uptight," he said and I looked away.
"Hurry up dickface!" An annoying voice of another friend of his. I didn't care to look this time.
"Think your friends really need you," I said wearing a grin."
"But they have eyes to see I'm with you."
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head.
He leaned forward but there was still space between us. "Did I say something funny?"
Boy, I didn't know why I was still there myself.
"Please give me your name." The words fell out his lips effortlessly at the same time, it sounded like we were in one of those archaic romance novel stories.
"Why?" I tried to subdue a smile already tugging at my lips but failed woefully.
He jerked a shoulder forward. "Cause you know mine already. What's the deal? Let me guess. An undercover agent or the daughter of a celeb?"
I was about to speak when he cut me off.
"Could be that. In fact, totally buy it cause you have the same hair as Madonna."
I burst into laughter. "Dude..."
He chuckled. "Tell me."
"Emerald."
"Oh wow, cool name for a nice girl," he said. I never liked telling people my name because of the fuss that came with it. 'You sure it isn't a nickname?' blah blah blah, but Devin took it well.
Besides, it wasn't bad, was it? Better than names people pronounced wrongly.
"And FYI (For Your Information), Madonna doesn't have any girls. Well, she does actually, adopted so... none as the same color of hair. Besides, who's to judge by that when there's genetics, you know? She may have kids with a black haired man or something."
He fist-bumped the air. "I said it! I could tell you were a fan with your firmness and all."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah," he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat. "This has been one long talk. Unfortunately, I have to go now." I meant to say fortunately.
"Just when we started to get along. I hope to see you some other time though. What are you studying?"
My phone rung in my purse and I exhaled, guessing Mimi was here already. Since I was leaving anyway, I ignored it and gave him what was left of the attention he could get.
"Journalism, you?" I said, nodding and he squinted.
"You aren't answering that?" He asked and I shook my head. "Okay, Real estate management. See you around?"
"Sure," I said and he nodded before spinning around. Some part of me was disappointed he left with his friends like that, without pressing for my number. Perhaps, he only felt like talking to some random freshman on campus?
Why was I thinking into this anyway?
My heart flew out of my chest at the honk of a car's horn.
"Move it, sucker!" A female voice yelled at me and I turned to see who it was.
Emerald"Sounds sweet." Mimi's laughter echoed as she glided into our living room with a tray of muffins and coffee. A small smile appeared on my face, inhaling the delectable aroma of the muffins.Mimi cooked good-- scratch that, baked well. She was pretty good at anything that didn't make me miss home much, instead made me travel with samosas and other Mexican cuisines she made.As she placed the tray on the center table of our cozy one-bedroom apartment, my hand on its on accord grabbed one before looking at her beautiful hazel eyes that didn't seem to get tired from smiling or laughing."Define sweet." I took a bite while she sat beside me on the couch. It surprised me how funny this was to Mimi after we had spoken about it our drive home-- like after I almost died of a panick attack with her yelling.She half shrugged, smiling amusingly. "I don't know. A guy coming to say hi on campus. It's
James
EmeraldIt was a huge mistake. Entrepreneurship would have been much better than Mr. Raven's wearisome class. People like Mr. Raven killed than lifted people's spirit."There's a reason why it's called pear-fect." he smiled at his words. "Cause a pear is the most perfect fruit." he raised a finger, pointing out.Sigh. ••My car's warning light issues had been fixed by the time I got to the mechanic finally! After a week of misery. 
EmeraldAs I climbed down Mimi's car, I couldn't help but regret my choice of outfit. A short, fitted red dress that stopped above my knee with a black leather jacket on black boots. My make-up was done by Mimi, who decided to take things to a vixen direction than a normal Emerald direction with sharp red lipstick and eyeliner.I pulled my dress down, when I noticed the guys at the bar's entrance give me sinful looks.Meanwhile, Mimi had on jean shorts with vintage shirt on a boot. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary since she always wore make up.Strutting into Great World, I bit my lips out of nervousness. Although I had on a jacket, I felt shivers hit my spine. The club was beautiful with blue light accents, a neat bar with a tattoed bar woman, blasting trap music and bunch of University students grinding, making out, dancing...doing
DevinI never really imagined the night would end like this, with not just any girl, but the girl. It was just a casual hi I had said the other day because Steve had dared me to. They wanted to know just who she was as her face seemed new. It was just to test my game and have a good laugh.Not like we wanted anything to do with her, it was only to get to know her and maybe become friends. And when I spoke to her, she seemed too uptight—typical eleventh grader that thought boys only wanted to get into her panties—so I backed off.Even though she looked like my fantasy— tall, blonde, busty, I liked girls that knew what they were doing not the clingy, naive ones.Emerald knew what she was doing, kissing my neck as I undid the door to my apartment that was the backyard of the club. I didn'
EmeraldSummoned by a girl's loud cries, I walked in the direction out in the woods in leaves for my waist and seashells for my chest. The chirping of beautiful birds brought a smile to my face. I loved the green, lively leafs and plant, but I was never a fan of being barefooted and stained with messy damp. The voice came again shouting 'Emerald!' and I trotted towards the girl.Not until I felt a pinch on my arm that instantly tapped my eyes open to meet with Mimi. The proximity of her face and her eyes that looked like it was going to pop out scared me. I screamed.Mimi chuckled, lifting her head off me and settled on my bed.&nbs
JamesThere was a reason I liked Riley more than the other girls and kept coming back: she didn't give a fuck about the others. She only cared about making ourselves feel good."Are you coming back tomorrow?" She said, pulling on a shirt to cover her body.The buzzing sound of my phone made me jump. It was a text from Sean, a friend of ours. Somehow I'd pulled a full clique of my own. Not me technically, because Riley introduced me to her friends. Sean and I had became cool ever since.It was him asking to hangout tomorrow.I half shrugged. Voila. That way we could get the whole group hanging."Jamie?" She said seductively, starting toward me, climbing back on her bed.A smirk tugged at my lips at the fact that she wanted more. They always did. But... Jamie?
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