The first step is to say hello, Adam. Don’t get ahead of yourself.
It’s shallow, but I’m stunned by how gorgeous she looks. Ollie was always beautiful in a quiet way, but it’s not quiet tonight. I try to pull my eyes away from the blue dress hugging her amazing body or else my dick is going to be as hard as granite. But holy fuck do I want to look and never stop looking.
She looks away from me and suddenly I can breathe again. And then I can’t, because Sasha is walking up to her.
Shit. I change my course across the ballroom. I’m going to talk to Olivia, I have to, but not while Sasha is there. Not after…everything. I look back and our eyes meet again. Somehow I manage to give her a small smile. I’m bummed I’ll have to wait to talk to her, but at least it gives me a chance to figure out what I’m going to say.
I walked into this ballroom dreading this night. Now I’m not sure if there’s any place that I’d rather be.
4
Ollie
I was right. I think I’m going to be sick. The air outside Bergdorf’s is that rare perfect New York summer. The breeze is cool and you feel magic and possibility in the air. Right. Magic. But I’ve already seen three people from my high school class walk into the doors in front of us, and I’m not feeling so magical anymore.
Lorraine has a firm grip on my arm, and I know that she’s not going to let me fall. It’s comforting. And then we’re walking inside and I can’t breathe. “Ollie,” Lor says softly, “chill. You’re fine.”
She’s right. I am fine.
Totally fine.
There’s a cluster of people around the entry table with everyone’s name tags. I notice a girl in a vibrant yellow dress. Her name is Diana and she was one of the people who was nice to me despite me being a total nerd.
She catches my eye and the does a double-take of recognition. The rest of the group follows her gaze and suddenly I’m being stared at by seven people. It feels like a thousand, and blood rushes to my face. Turning away quickly, I follow Lor—who’s already pinning on her name tag—and step up to the table.
“Olivia Mitchell.”
The girl sitting behind the table looks up suddenly, and then I watch as her eyes drift deliberately down to my wrists and back. That’s… weird. She shakes her head. “Sorry. Here you go!” The smile she puts on is overly cheerful.
I pin the name tag to the jewel strap of my dress and join Lor at the edge of the ballroom. “Did you see the way she looked at me?”
“Not everyone is looking at you, Ollie,” she rolls her eyes.
The minute she says my name, heads spin. The people standing by the entrance see me, and their eyes go wide. I see people turn and whisper, and the next row turn and whisper. Even with the music, you can hear it, the hushed tones of my arrival being announced. This is what I was afraid of.
“Okay,” Lorraine says, “I guess they’re looking at you now.”
“Thanks, I noticed.”
She loops her arm through mine again. “No matter,” she says. “We’re going in and we’re going to be absolutely fucking fabulous!” She says it loud enough that all the people whispering can hear.
Then it happens. The first notes of the song from prom night start to play, and I feel like I’m being pulled into a vortex of sound and memory. Right there, across the room, is Adam Carlisle, and he’s looking right at me.
I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming, right?
My stomach drops into free-fall. He looks amazed, shocked, but not unhappy. I know that I’m dreaming now. And then he gets up and starts walking toward me.
Lorraine sees him too. “Did I tell you or did I tell you? Girl.”
“He’s not coming over to talk to me,” I say. But I can tell that he is. I just can’t believe it.
He’s looking at me. At me. Like I’m the only thing he sees, and every feeling that I had in high school comes rushing back. Lor was absolutely right. I had the biggest crush on him. I was utterly in love with him, and I might still be, just a little bit.
How can this be happening right now? Maybe everything is magic tonight: this dress, the weather outside, Adam. But then again, everything once seemed magical before. And then it all went wrong, and there’s nothing that can ever change that.
5
Ollie
Senior Year
The sound of bouncing basketballs is echoing loudly in my ears, but I don’t mind. I’ll sit through it if I have to in order to watch Adam. If Lorraine were here, she’d roll her eyes, but I can’t get enough of watching the way he moves. Every move is so confident and smooth, and I wish I were more like that.
The game is in full swing, and even though this isn’t my normal scene, I find myself enjoying it. Though it’s fair to say that I don’t think that I’d be enjoying basketball as much without my particular brand of eye-candy. I don’t really know when my crush on Adam started, only that it’s been growing more and more out of control. I see him when I watch movies and read books. When my eyes close, I imagine him kissing me. I dream about it too.
I imagine him catching me as he’s leaving school and pulling me around the building to the area where the old trees cast shade and beautiful patterns on the brick walls of the courtyard. He shares a smile with me—like we’re both in on a secret—and puts a finger to his lips. We wait, hidden together while the school empties, and his fingers slowly curl around mine.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Adam says.
I pretend that I don’t know what he’s talking about. “What?”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he tilts my chin up and closes the distance between us. I close my eyes as his lips touch mine, and I feel like I’m flying and falling and shaking and that I’ll never be the same. It’s perfect, and I never want it to—
I jump as soda splashes down onto my head and onto my copy of World’s Waterfall.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” An overly sweet voice says. Sasha Green sits down next to me and dabs at the book and my hair with her napkin. She’s still in her jazz dance costume from half time, and she’s looking at me with concern. “Are you okay? I must have slipped.”
That’s odd, because it’s a fact that Sasha is the best dancer in the school. She doesn’t slip. But I nod. After being startled out of that particular fantasy, I don’t really want to talk to anyone. But she doesn’t move on. Instead she sits next to me and pulls the book out of my hands. “What are you reading?”
I don’t have the chance to answer because she turns the book over and scans the back, and I can already see her face pulling into a grimace. The crowd around us cheers and I look toward the court to see Adam jogging away from the basket with a smile on his face. He scored.
“Wow, that’s a big smile,” Sasha says cheerfully. I hadn’t realized I was smiling at him, and I make sure to make my face go blank. “Aww, it’s okay,” she says, putting the book back into my lap. “You like him.”