CHAPTER 4. FALL FOR HIM AGAIN
EMILY COOPER POV'
I excused myself to the bathroom, I couldn't take the scene.
Seeing Alessia Cara in Christopher arms, made my chest constrict.
I could feel the tears trying to seep from my eye.
Standing before the mirror, I watched myself cry.
As the tears flowed, I felt lighter.
I felt pathetic, really?
Even if Christopher liked me back, we were hardly compatible.
He was a second generation rich person, and I was a middle class girl, his father's manager. He was raised with a silver spoon in his hands, and I, I wasn't.
He was everything I am not! It was better if he got together with Alessia who was clearly a better version for him.
Drying my tears, I walked out if the bathroom feeling refreshed.
I walked back to my table, only to squint my eyes at the person standing before my parents.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jawline. His hair was a rich brown color, perfectly messy, and his eyes were a deep blue that seemed to see right through me.
He was smiling at my parents, his teeth perfectly white, and his lips curled up in a charming smile.
He was dressed in a tailored suit, black with a crisp white shirt and a red tie. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, not standing in front of my parents.
I felt a pang of surprise, and maybe even a little bit of jealousy.
Who was this guy, and why was he talking to my parents?
And why did he have to be so handsome? It wasn't fair.
Then he tilt his head for me to see his face.
I gasped...
I recognized him easily, he was no other than Callan, my ex crush, who rejected me publicly in middle school.
I couldn't help but admit he had grown to become more handsome.
His hair, a messy blond, was now brown which suited him.
His bright blue eyes still sparkled with mischief, but they were warmer now, kinder. He had filled out since middle school, his broad shoulders and strong jawline making him look more like a man than a boy.
But now, I had no feelings for him, whatsoever. He was a distant past to me now.
I still remembered that day in middle school when he rejected me.
We were in the broadcasting room, and I had mustered up the courage to ask him to the school dance.
I was so nervous, my heart racing with anticipation. But when I asked him, he smiled kindly and said,
"I'm flattered, Em, but I don't think we'd be a good match. You're a great person, but I just don't feel that way about you."
I was taken aback, but I tried to play it cool.
"No worries, Callan. I understand."
But then, disaster struck.
The microphone in the broadcasting room was accidentally turned on, and our entire conversation was broadcasted throughout the school.
I was mortified, my face burning with embarrassment. I quickly left the room, trying to escape the humiliation.
I remembered walking down the hallway, hearing snickers and giggles from my classmates.
I felt like crawling into a hole and hiding forever.
But I didn't. I held my head high, trying to pretend like nothing was wrong.
But the damage was already done. I was the laughing stock of the school, and I knew it.
I tried to avoid Callan for the rest of the school year, but it was hard.
We had a few classes together, and I would see him in the hallways.
He would smile at me, but I would just ignore him. I was too embarrassed to even look at him.
But now, it seemed like Callan had forgotten all about that. Or maybe he just didn't care.
"Hey Em!"
He waved at me, when he noticed me approaching the table.
His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine, but I ignored it.
I was not going to fall for him again