THE BEGINNING

#Chapter1 THE BEGINNING

/"Who owns my heart?

Is it love?

Or is it art?

Cause the way you got your body movie’s

Got me confused

I can’t tell if it’s the beat or sparks

Who owns my heart?

Is it love?

Or is it art?

Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe

That we’re a masterpiece

But sometimes it’s hard to tell in the dark

Who owns my heart?/"

I sang my favourite Miley Cyrus song with my earphones, twirling my brown hair, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the song. I am Emily Collins. All these years, I lived in Paris which is my native place. Now I am here. I am in Florida. My dad still works in a software company in Paris. I really miss the times I spent with him. Now, it’s only me and my mom. I don’t really have many friends in my life. What’s the use of having many friends when not everyone is true? I can rather have one. When it comes to a relationship, I have nothing to say. I never had a boyfriend and never been friends with boys, too. When it comes to romance movies, I won’t be blinking at all at that time. All I imagine is one thing. What is love? I want to feel it like others. You know what? I have been repeatedly thinking of this and nothing special happens in my life.

/"Honey, can you come downstairs?/" My mom called me loud enough to be heard by me. I always get lost in songs and stay unaware of this world. Most of the people are like that. I am not unique.

/"I’m coming mom,/" I replied. I got down through stairs fast with my iPhone in my hand. When I reached the hall, I watched her arranging three pie cakes. Strawberry pie cake?

/"Are we expecting any guests, mom? Why do you have three pie cakes?/" I asked, getting my hand near it.

/"Don’t touch it. It’s for the neighbours./" My mom instantly says, slapping my hand lightly.

/"Ow,/" I made a sound when it didn’t even hurt. /"Are you going to give all of this to our neighbour? We don’t even know them, mom./"

/"That’s why we are going to introduce ourselves. Actually, you are going to give them this cake,/" she ordered me. My mom likes to be friendly with everyone. I’m not like her in this particular thing.

/"No, I am not interested in knowing any new persons./" I am an introvert and I am kind of lazy. Who wants to meet the neighbour? Nah., I don’t.

/"Do it or you won’t get a pie for yourself? You want it or not?/" she demanded me with her silly blackmail.

/"Fine. I need to talk with Pearl. I will come back in ten minutes./" I informed and video calls my close friend. It may be called a long-distance friendship. Her name’s Pearl Brown. We talk a lot when I am in Paris and she’s in Florida. The one and only girl I ever trust blindly. I am going to meet her after ten years.

/"Hey, Em. What’s up? I am so excited to meet you tomorrow in Edgewood high. I miss you so much./" She literally screams on the phone in her excitement.

/"I miss you too, Pearl. I am kinda nervous about this new high school. I don’t know anyone. I am only coming for you./" I told her while walking back to my room.

/"You will get practised with it soon. And I am here for you. What could go wrong? Anyway, how was your time in Paris? Are you still in contact with any friends or...? Are you in a long-distance relationship with your boyfriend?/" she eagerly asked.

/"Boyfriend? You have got to be kidding me? If I had one, then it would have ended in break-up by the time I reached Florida. To be honest, having a boyfriend is not on my list./" I said casually.

/"Alright. See you tomorrow,/" she ended the call. The next moment, I opened WordPress. One thing I have forgotten to say is that I am a blogger. I write blogs about my personal life a lot and people support me from all around the world. I posted a blog about my weird feelings about this new high school. My instincts tell me that something different and bad is going to happen. Whatever happens, this is where I am going to stay. Inside my room all day long. Whether or not I like it?

Suddenly, someone caught my eye at the other end of the window. I got to be having good eyesight, because I can see a boy standing near a desk, only with his shorts on. I can somehow see his shirtless body. He has a phone in his hands, typing furiously. And then he looked upright in my direction. Before I could see his reaction, I closed the curtains quickly and signed with relief.

After that, I rushed downstairs to take the cake pie and give it to the neighbours. The first house door got opened by a small girl. It was fun to talk with a cute kid and then a grown-up lady opened the door of the second house. I finished the conversation simply as she’s looking uninterested in dealing with neighbours. At last, I knocked on the door which was straight to my house.

A thought suddenly popped up in my head when I knocked on the door. Before I could think of it, the door opened, revealing the same boy I have seen a few minutes ago. He leaned on the wall, folding his arms against his chest and stared at me without uttering a single word. I was supposed to talk now. Instead, my eyes wandered over from his brown hair, light blue eyes to his strong muscular arms and his perfect abs and his pants, which hung low on his waist. He has a wolf tattoo on his left arm and a phoenix tattoo right on his chest. I only saw boys like this in movies. It seems like I can’t stop myself in real.

I am staring at him with a pie cake in my hands. I might look stupid in front of him. When I wasn’t ready to speak, he started the conversation.

/"See what you like?/"