Snow was falling all around us, & the ice skating rink shone from being recently Zambonied. Sitting on a bench next to the girl who Id begun to really like, I couldnt imagine anywhere else I would rather be.
I stared into Amy’s eyes, seeing my reflection on the glassy surface. The deep blue of her eyes, the softness of her skin, the pout of her rosebud lips; they were practically irresistible. I felt myself being drawn to her, wanting to hold her. She looked up at me, those eyes wide, lips slightly parted, and leaned toward me. Closer, closer. I could smell her vanilla scented lip gloss. I closed my eyes, tilted toward her, and-
“Amy, I cant do this.”
I opened my eyes, released the breath I never realized Id been holding, & slumped backward onto the bench.
She just stared at me.
“Jeremy, what are you doing?”
“I … dont really know. I really like you, but …”
I couldnt believe I was actually about to say this.
“But I … think Im still in love with Jena.”
Amy just looked at me. Then she slapped me.