"You weren't fifteen when that happened. You were almost eighteen."
He sounded so sure I almost doubted myself. But it was a scar I could never forget. I still remembered it like it was yesterday.
Eddie was a boy from school who had been telling me he liked me since elementary. He was always nice to me. Always kind. He did little things; wiped the board when I was called on, cleared my tray after lunch in the cafeteria, defended me when people were mean.
I had a huge crush on Christian, and being the immature, silly girl that I was, I always compared them. Eddie was the good one, but still...
If only he were as handsome as Christian.
That day, Eddie and I had gone to the house for a group project. The last boy in our group was a no-show. After finishing our work, we started talking.
