21

21

Henry Smith was already in his sophomore year of college when I took my college entrance exams.

Seraphina, although a year younger than me, had skipped a grade and was in the same graduating class.

We were in the same exam room.

After the exam, she boasted to me, "Henry's going to buy flowers for me later. You should just give up and stop fantasizing about him."

"Henry can only be mine. I'll get into his college and date him there. You're just a clown, Henry won't even look at you."

She had sneaked a peek at my secret crush diary and knew I liked Henry Smith.

I retorted, "You think I actually like him? That's hilarious. I just wanted to steal what you like for fun. To me, he's just a tool to get my revenge fix. Once I hook him and sleep with him, I'll toss him to you to lick up. We'll see who the real clown is!"

The rekindled memories hit me like a tidal wave, nearly suffocating me.