Graduation
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, but somehow, it was the complete opposite.
?We're graduating today, Es! Isn't that exciting?!?
?I mean? I guess? I'm just glad we're done with exams, and I don't have to stay up all night to study. If you think it's exciting then-?
?You're all gloom and doom, Esme. Just try and enjoy today, okay??
?Easy enough for you to say, Mila. You like school, unlike me. So of course, you're going to be ecstatic for the last day of high school, we're going to uni after this. I'm not excited, I'm just relieved that it's over.? My cousin and best friend Mila was the brightest person I knew. She shone like the Sun, was sweet like the flowers and beautiful like a Goddess. Then? there was me. Esme Peltonen, the so-called "edgy emo witch that hated everyone". For a long time, I didn't socialise with anyone, I hid in the library, and sat in the back of the class, not wanting to be called on. I even brought my witch hat to class once Then, my cousin moved to the school in the second year.
?Esme,? She had ordered, on her first day. ?You and I have never spoken much, but as family, we will now, and we will become best friends!? I couldn't say no to Mila, so I obliged.
There were cheers all around the school, as we walked around the busy corridors since we didn't have classes. Someone blew a kiss at Mila, who pretended to catch it, while others, whom I'd never talked to, gave me peace signs or waves. I returned them but trailed behind Mila anyway.
?Mila, what exactly are we doing?? I asked as we wandered endlessly, and my cousin shrugged.
?Well, I was thinking we just walked around the school, to enjoy our last few hours, before meeting up with the rest of the year level and then we're going out for lunch!? I frowned,
?Ew, social interaction,? I muttered and Mila gave me a pleading look,
?Come on Esme, just enjoy this, for me, okay??
?I- Ok, fine. We'll go to lunch, we'll enjoy our last day of high school, AND I'll bow at your feet and kiss your cheeks, anything else, dear cousin?? Mila laughed, and took my hand, dragging me to the cafeteria where everyone was meeting up.
?You don't need to do the last two, Esme. Let's just have fun, alright?? I nodded and let her pull me along as our fellow Year 12's cheered, parading the corridors and before I knew it, we'd walked out of the school and to a large outdoor restaurant.
?Ooh, look at this place, Esme!? Mila squealed and I looked up at the towering architecture. ?The Hungry Jackalope' I blinked, interesting name.
?Come on everyone! Let's head in!? someone shouted, and we filed in, people were pushing and shoving, but judging from the number of empty seats and tables, the whole restaurant was booked for the majority of our year level.
?Who wants booze?? A guy asked, before pausing. ?Who's allowed to drink??
He asked again, noticing the looks from the manager and the waitresses. I thought for a second, his name was Tyler, and the girl sitting next to him was his girlfriend, Stella. I'd never dated anyone before, whilst Mila's dated many people, boys and girls alike. I sighed, wishing for the millionth time I was more like my cousin. More outgoing and social, more likeable and prettier and- I stopped thinking about the ?what if I was more?? because I knew I'd be thinking about that for the rest of the meal, which wasn't something I wanted to do.
?Es, try to make some conversation with our fellow cohort! I'm going to talk to
some of my other friends for a bit, okay?? I nodded, watching my cousin get lost in the crowd, and remained in my seat. I cringed, I was so awkward, why didn't I have the courage to stand up and speak to someone I should know?
?Hey, witch girl!? I looked up and saw a tall boy with chestnut brown hair and
sparkly pale green eyes.
?Hey, annoying guy!? I fired back, and he held his hands up in defeat.
?Ok, you got me good. I just don't know your real name, sorry,? He sat down next to me and held his hand out. ?Ryder Nibali. I was in your Maths class this semester,? I shook his hand, and he gave me a look of surprise. ?Wow, you've got a strong grip,?
?Gotta have a good grip to strangle birds,? Ryder's eyes widened before he
blinked and cleared his throat,
?Uh, ok?? He stuttered and I laughed,
?I'm joking,? A grin spread across his face,
?I see. Say, hypothetically, if someone was looking for a witch who knew how to make potions, and hypothetically if they needed a potion, would you give them one?? I pretend to think for a moment,
?Well, hypothetically-?
?I'm asking for a friend,? Ryder added hastily, but he winked. Which was sort of endearing but I shook my head.
?That's what they all say, Mr Nibali. However, you'd have to tell me what type of potion ?your friend' wants,? I continued to play along and he rubbed his hands together excitedly.
?Hocus pocus,? Ryder pointed a finger at me like a wand and I smiled. ?Do you want to know something?? He asked and I nodded. ?I do know magic,? He whispered in my ear, coming a lot closer.
?Oh? Care to tell me what kind?? Ryder slid even closer to me, our noses nearly touching. ?Abracadabra,? He murmured, he closed his eyes and I flinched, he wasn't going to kiss me, was he? I cringed away but suddenly he opened his eyes and pulled a coin from behind my ear. ?Tada! Magic, hold your applause, thank you, thank you,? He grinned, waiting for my reaction ?Well? Are you impressed, witchy?? I shook my head and gently tapped his head with my knuckles.
?You're an idiot, nice work Mr Magician,? I stood up, seeing Mila waving her hands wildly for me to go over to her.
?Can I get your number?? Ryder burst out suddenly, and I smiled.
?Are you going to say, ?please Esme'??
?Oh, your name's Esme??
?Do you have a problem with that??
?No no! My auntie's name is Esme too,? He hesitated, ?It's a nice name,?
?Well Mr Nibali, you won't be getting Esme Peltonen's number today, but you
know what? When we go to the party after school, you can get it then.? I told him and he smiled.
?Deal. Until then Miss Peltonen.? I nodded, walking over to Mila, slightly
self-conscious about my too-short shorts and cropped long sleeve polo shirt.
?Made a new friend?? Mila joked when she saw me and I elbowed her.
?He was in my Maths class this year,?
?Wow, you recognised someone, colour me impressed!?
?Haha. Very funny Mils,?
?The food is coming now, then we have to go back to school. Aspen is going to
take me to the party, do you want to come with us?? I thought for a second before shaking my head, there was no way I wanted to be in a car alone with my cousin and her girlfriend.
?Don't worry about me, I'll find another way there,?
?Do you think you'll? You know, do you think you'll meet someone?? Mila nudged my side, grinning as we took seats at the table.
?Hmm, we'll see.? is all I said before we both started digging into the food.
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After we finished eating, we headed back to school, and every single one of us went up onto the stage to receive a certificate from the principal. The rest of it was a boring lecture about why the school legacy was important and that it'd live in our hearts forever. Yeah? No. Once the whole assembly was over, we filed out, grabbing our school bags and the last of our binders and books. Goodbye high school, forever.
?Es, I'm heading off, are you sure you don't want to come with me? Aspen's cool with it, you know,? Mila tells me, and I shook my head,
?No no, it's okay Mils. Enjoy your time with Aspen, I'll find a way.? Mila gave me one last look before she hugged me and took her girlfriend's hand, walking out of the school. I closed my locker door shut, took out my lock and tucked it away into my pocket.
?So, I heard you needed a ride to the party,? A husky voice rang in my ear, startling me and I slapped Ryder's arm.
?I swear to the Blackbeak Clan themselves! Please don't do that,? Ryder blinked, staring at the red mark that was forming on his left arm. ?Oh God, I'm so sorry! It was my reflexes, I'm so used to my parents hit-? I stopped myself and watched Ryder rub his arm,
?It's fine. You never answered me though, do you need a ride to prom?? I gave him a look, stalker much?
?You seem to know an awful lot about what I do and don't need. Care to explain??
?Well, Mila doesn't exactly have the softest voice, does she?? He pointed out and I sighed, he wasn't wrong.
?You're still being awfully suspicious,? I remarked, walking down the hallways, my large school bag separating us, as Ryder walked behind me.
?What can I say? I'm a suspicious man, I do suspicious things, and everyone suspects me of doing something,?
?That doesn't really support your case Ryder,? I added, kicking open the door and I let myself out, not waiting for Ryder to catch up. Which he did instantly, curse his long legs.
?Ok, ok, I know this seems dodgy and all, but I'm serious when I say I want to be friends, okay??
?Why would you want to be friends with me?? I queried curiously, and he grinned.
?I was waiting for you to ask. The thing is, no one likes my magic or seems to connect with me in general. You're the first person to like the classic coin trick, everyone else thinks I'm stealing their money,?
?What made you think I enjoyed it?? Ryder didn't say anything for a minute, got him.
?Ok, so you might not have liked it, but I've been in your class a total of four times, in the six years we've been in school together. You didn't notice me, because you know, you were the emo witch of our year. I've probably been partnered with you at some stage So, after all this interaction, of course, I want to be friends!? I kicked a lone pebble and it went flying across the pavement, no one had ever wanted to be my friend before, excluding my cousin.
?How about I make a compromise?? I asked, and he nodded, still trailing behind me like a lost puppy. ?We can be friends, for the summer break anyway. We can get to know each other, whatever, and if things don't work out, boohoo. You can run back to your popular group of friends and pretend you never met me,? There was a minute of silence, as Ryder thought it over.
?You think I'm popular?? The cute idiot asked, and I sighed.
?Everyone's popular in our school, except for me,? I admitted and stopped, my house was on the next street. ?Well, Mr Nibali, I guess you're taking me to the prom. Our first act of friendship, ?kay?? He nodded excitedly, like a child who was about to get cake and leaned against a parking sign pole.
?I'll wait for you here, I'll get my car.? He tapped his phone a couple of times, before putting it to his ear as he called someone. He winked at me before I walked the final block to my street. As I strolled along, I thought about what just happened. I graduated from high school, I somehow got a guy's attention for him to want to be my friend, AND now I was going to prom. This isn't what I'd planned yet here I was.
~
?Ok Esme, you can do this,? I reassured myself, staring at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a light grey sleeveless jumpsuit, which was striped with white and black lines. My dark chocolate brown hair was tied up into a braid crown (I had learnt how to do it myself after I saw Mila wearing it once), and I had golden leaf hair clips in my hair that looked like Greek laurels. For a moment, I wondered if I should wear my black and gold witch hat as a joke, but in the end, I decided not to. I fiddled with my earrings, matching golden leaves and looked at my make-up, to make sure it wasn't smudged. I slipped on my sandals, and carrying my bag and jacket in one arm I locked the house up. I texted Mila saying I found someone to drive me, and she replied instantly, saying she couldn't wait to see what I was wearing. I told her the same thing and reminded my parents I was leaving early. Both my parents were working late and I didn't have any siblings to wish me good luck.
I breathed in the fresh air and made my way to the street before mine, where Ryder was waiting. When I got there, I saw Ryder, who had changed into a tux, standing next to a bright red Aston Martin.
?Is this your car?? I asked as he turned around to face me.
?I-wow. You look amazing, God, wow, ok I wasn't expecting that,? He rambled, as I brushed aside the compliment.
?Thanks, I could say the same to you,? I stared at the shiny crimson car. ?The question. Where did you get the Aston Martin DB11?? Ryder gave me a surprised look,
?You sure do know your car models,?
?You're avoiding the question,?
?Ok, ok, yes, it's mine. Well, it's my family's, but Father said I could drive it, and if I damage it, he'll make me pay for it. He's probably going to give it to me as a present, and then buy himself a newer model, because there's no way he would want a damaged car,? He said in a rush, and then paused, ?Ok, let's just go.? Ryder opened the passenger door for me, and I hopped in, taking in the sight of the car's interior. We drove to the location, asking each other questions like ?What's your favourite flower?' to pass the time. It turned out Ryder was a Slytherin, a Son of Apollo and liked Hamilton more than he wanted to admit. After a fifteen-minute drive, the car slowed to a halt and we both got out.
?Esme! Esme!? Mila shouted as soon as I stepped into the car park,
?Hey Mils, I like your dress,? I replied, thanking Ryder for driving me and I told him I'd meet up with him in a second. My cousin gasped, looking me up and down,
?Hey! This is the jumpsuit we bought together last month in the mall, I can't believe you're wearing it- oh! You've got a braid crown with the golden leaves! I'm melting Es, you look so good,? She took my hand and together with Aspen we walked into the hall, there were winks sent in my direction and I felt my cheeks get warmer from all the attention I was getting.
?Have fun Mils, I'll meet up with you later!? I told her, she nodded, and I watched her disappear in the crowd for the second time today.
?Hello witchy,? A voice called out to me, and I looked over to Ryder who was smiling. ?Care to dance with me?? He asked and held out a hand.
?I'm no good at dancing, so apologies in advance if I step on your feet,?
?Well, on the other hand, Mother made me take ballroom dancing classes, so I'll lead you,?
?Rich boy,? I muttered under my breath and he laughed, pulling me in close and we waltzed to the music.
?See, there's nothing wrong with us being friends, is there?? Ryder commented as the music got louder, and more people started dancing on the floor. Suddenly, there was a loud crash and screaming. Ryder let go of my hands and I rushed over to where the screams were coming from. Someone was yelling for everyone to stay calm but the main voice I can heard was Aspen yelling for Mila.
?Mila!? Aspen shouted, pushing her way into the crowd, ?EVERYONE MOVE OUT!? She yelled, catching my eye and took my hand, dragging me into the centre of the chaos. I stopped dead, my blood ran cold, my cousin was sprawled on the floor, a gash on her forehead pouring with blood.
?WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!? I screamed, as people yelled and others dialled 000.
?People were drinking and they were pushing each other around and Mila was knocked and she fell, hitting her head on the corner of that glass table there,? Aspen whispered in my ear, seeing my heavy breathing.
?Calm down witchy,? Ryder's husky voice murmured, ?You're no good to your cousin if you're panicking, the paramedics are on the way. ?Move out of the way, Esme,? Ryder tells me, using my proper name.
?The ambulance is coming!? Someone yelled but I didn't care,
?Mils, wake up! Mila, please, this isn't funny!? I wanted to shake her like I did when we were kids when she fell asleep at our grandparent's house.
?Everyone clear the way!? Aspen yelled and Ryder put a hand on my shoulder,
?Come on Esme, we need to let them through, they're going to put her on a stretcher.? I was losing my cousin. I didn't hear Ryder's words, because by then it was too late.
We were laying on the football field at school. We always did this on Friday nights, it was our tradition. Casper would grab food from the vending machine and I would grab blankets from the teachers lounge and we would just camp out and talk. Sometimes we would watch a movie and sometimes we would just sit in silence, but usually we talked.
Today was a talking day. It was so pretty outside. There was a nice breeze because it was about to be Fall and the sunset was amazing. The sky looked pink. We were laying next to each other under a Minnie Mouse blanket and talking about our math test on Monday. I stopped to take a drink of my coffee.
"I think I have to tell you something Lola" Casper said, in a serious voice. I put my coffee down to the right of me, sat up and looked down at Casper.
"Okay" I said.
"Um okay. So uh. Oh God um."
"Would it be better of I turned around?" I asked, he was staring to scare me. Casper was always a sensitive guy. He liked reading and had no athletic ability whatsoever. He would give me poems before I went to bed and he would quote philosophers on the daily. Usually when he had something serious to say it started off with him crying and sobbing out something I could barley understand, but this time he just seemed nervous.
"Ya, maybe that would help," he said.
I tuned around. There was silence for a little bit and then he started to talk.
"Okay, so we've known each other for a really long time. And we're like friends and all that. And um we know each other really well so uh." He was losing me. "okay you know what I'm just going to be really bold and direct because ya. Okay." He took a breath, I held mine. I really didn't know what to expect.
"You're amazing." What was going on? He continued, "I mean you're smart and funny and you are so cool. You are so kind to everyone and you are one of the few teenagers who doesn't hate the world. You are always willing to listen to me and you would probably listen to a stranger talk for hours. When you walk into a room you make me smile. Heck, you probably make the whole room smile. Your presence alone makes everything so much better. You are so beautiful. From the way you braid your hair back and it makes you look like a freakin' princess. And your eyes, God your eyes I could stare at them forever because they are just so green it's magnificent and gorgeous. And I know we're best friends and you probably don't see me as anything else but I have to tell you and ask because maybe there is a possibility. Lola, I like you. Like really like you. Not in the friend way, but in the way that makes me want to kiss you every second I am around you. I like you because of all the reasons I just explained and so much more. You're amazing and I like you." He pauses and I don't turn around. I'm so glad I am looking the other way because I don't even know what my face is doing.
"So um, do you like me?" I still don't say anything "like like me?" He asks. I stay silent. This could not be happening. We were best friends he wasn't supposed to like me. I was supposed to be able to be goofy and ugly around him. He wasn't like anyone else in the entire world because he got me in a way that no one else did, and I didn't have to try and impress him.
"Lola, you can turn around now" He says in a low voice. I stay facing the other way. How am I supposed to respond? All I can think about is this one memory of us.
We were eight and had know eachother for like 3 years. I was swinging on the little kid swings and he was swinging on the big kid swings.
"You know what's crazy" he said looking forward at the big oak tree as we swung, I turned my head to look at him "you can never meet everyone. There are so many people on this planet and it would be impossible to meet everyone, but without meeting everyone there could be this perfect person out there for you and you just wouldn't ever know them. You would never meet that perfect person. You might meet good people and think that's the best it gets but you have no idea that you are missing out on. You have no idea that perfect person exists"
"Woah" I say not really understanding where he was going with it. after all I was eight. But he was right. I never thought about it, but we can never meet everyone.
"The thing is" he continues, still looking forward and swinging "I've met you. And I think you are my perfect person. Out of all the people on the entire earth, we met. That is even crazier, and I feel so lucky. There are people who will never meet that perfect person but there are also people who will meet that perfect person. I am one of those people. And that is awesome" He's still swinging and looking forward but now he has a huge grin on his face. I roll my eyes.
"I'm your perfect person?" I laugh "did you just confess your love for me Casper Collins?" I'm still laughing when he interrupts me and says
"Ya, I do love you Lola James" He looks at me as he says it. I stop laughing and meet his eyes.
"What" I say shakily. He laughs. I'm so confused.
"Not like love love, you crazy. Like friend love. You are my best friend of course I love you." I don't even know how to respond to this. He's still looking at me,
"Do you love me Lola James?" He asks. I take a second to think.
"You know what Casper Collins I think I do love you." He laughs now. We spend the rest of the day swinging and laughing. It was one of the best days I ever had. It was the first time we said we loved each other.
He starts talking again to fill the silence.
"I've been kinda thinking about it for a while. I wanted to tell you because we don't usually keep secrets from eachtother and it was kinda tearing me apart so I just thought I would tell you..." He keeps talking but I tune him out. How am I going to respond? I can't mess this friendship up because I care about him too much, but I don't like him like that. I mean he's Casper Collins, the guy I've seen shaving. He's seen me pop my pimples. We aren't supposed to date. We are supposed to be best friends. How is this happening?
"I guess it really all started at the beginning of the year..." He's still talking but stops when I turn around. He's rubbing his thumb back and forth against the blanket, one of his nervous habits. Oh God, I'm making him nervous.
"Casper-" I start but he cuts me off, he knows me to well. He knows my let down voice and my good news voice and he can always tell the difference.
"You don't like me." He mumbles and looks down. I can see his hurt in the way that his shoulders hunch and his hair flops forward. He is deflated. I can't do this to him.
"You didn't let me finish," he's still looking down "Casper, you really like me?" I try and change my voice to seem happy, I don't know if he hears the change.
"Ya Lola, I do. I really like you" I take his hand. I can't believe I am doing this.
"Well, that's a good thing." I pause and take a breathe, "I like you to Casper. I just never thought you felt the same way. I like, like you." He looks up. He doesn't believe me, he knows he too well.
"You don't have to say that-"
"No!" I say a little to quickly. I can do this. I can do this. "No Casper I do like you, like that I was just really surprised at first that's all." He raises his eyebrows, he still doesn't believe me. God he's going to make me work for it.
"Casper," I start, I can't believe I'm doing this. "I like you because you quote philosophers and give me your poems to read and you think so hard about everything. You always have something thoughtful to say and you never disappoint me, ever. You read to me when I'm sad and you let me cry on your shoulder..." he starts to smile and he squeezes my hand. He believes me. "...so ya I like you."
He's smiling now. And then we reaches over to hug me. He takes a deep breath, I can feel his belly rise and fall against me. I'm a terrible person. I just lied to my best friend. I mean I guess it was to make him happy, but still. "Dating" him can't be that bad right? Oh god we're gonna date. I'm a terrible person. I just lied to my best friend.
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