Loving My Dearest Enemy
Author's note: To my best friend in the whole world, I have written this story. This story may be short, but it... Show full author's note »
Punch at First SightOnce when I was younger, I was the new student. At the ripe age of seven years old, I had made the thing one would call an enemy.
Oh but it wasn’t the ordinary kind. No, I was the enemy of the cutest boy in second grade.
His name was Julio Gonzalez.
Probably the most handsome eight years old I had ever met. Eyes rimmed with green but with a Caribbean blue center. His black curly hair was even cuter. He had way too many Spanish heritage going on his background.
Back to the point, Julio was the vain of my existence after I found out that his good looks were the only good thing about him.
It was when I was first introduced to Mrs. Jelly’s second grade class as the Hawaiian native that he started his dislike for me.
“Being from Hawaii isn’t that cool.” He said cockily.
I raised an eye brow at him before looking to my teacher.
Ignoring the teacher’s confused stare, I went up to him with a big smile on my face. My short ink black hair was in a high ponytail, and my sun kissed skin was nothing in comparison to his own olive tone as I leaned across his desk.
“Hey… do you like chicken or beef?” I asked innocently. It was a simple question the males asked others who looked weak and pompous.
He looked at me curiously before smiling and said, “Beef. It’s ten times better then chicken.”
Now, I being from the island, I hadn’t know city people didn’t understand our kinds of threats and so on.
So imagine his surprise when my tiny little fist smashed into his face.
I can assure you, it was then and there ¾ the girl population of Johnny Seed Elementary swore to make me their enemy for the rest of their pathetic lives. It was also then and there I met my bffltdup, Trisha Jong, a very enthusiastic half American half Korean girl.
“It’s a pity that being Spanish in Miami is just as boring now.” I said with my nose in the air. Mrs. Jelly was stuck between fainting and sending me to the principal’s office for violence.
Either way, I never got in trouble.
The new kid excuse was always a lovely thing on the first day.