Summer in England, what a rare sight. The flowers are in bloom, the school term is nearly over and all the girls are trying on their skimpiest tops and shortest shorts, eager to tan their snowy white legs. No, I'm not some perverted creep. I'm a regular teenage boy...with rising testosterone levels. However, you can't blame me for noticing the small, tantalising details about the opposite sex. I have the pleasure (and torture) of having two of the most beautiful girls in London as my best friends. And no, unlike the stereotypical suits society try to squeeze and tailor to fit, I am not gay. I know the saying 'the lady doth protest too much' but trust me, I see the way people mutter to the girls, asking them "ooh is that your gay best friend? How very New York of you." Cruelly they flutter their long eyelashes, give me a wink and introduce me, at many parties I have indeed been left 'in the closet'.
I remember the first time I met O, her real name is Ophelia but no one ever addresses her that way. Being of Colombian heritage, her raw beauty is defiantly captured in the summertime. Whilst us Brits suffer and swelt under the sun's blazing heat, whilst she relishes it, never breaking a sweat. The thing that differs O from most girls is her character, her spontaneity, her individualism. I think I should mention this now, My friends and I are...well off. Me, attending a prestigious all boys college, whilst the girls attend the neighbouring all girls school. That's why O is such a once in a lifetime girl, she's a beacon of light in a foggy storm of lipgloss and peroxide highlights. Her long dark hair, dread locked and dyed with various blue hues. I first met her sheltered from the rain under a bus stop. "Got a light?" She asked in her husky, flirtatious voice. "Don't smoke, sorry". But damn i wish i did right now. "Ah fuck", she muttered under her breath, I don't think her intention was for me to hear. I tried and tried to think of something to say, but I was lost for words, she was mesmerising. After what seemed like an hour of silence, she spoke. "Hey, have we met?" It turned out we hadn't, although by chance it turned out we had always just missed each other, we had the same tastes, same interests and even shared a few friends, hence why we went to the same parties, same gigs yet one always left before the other or some other circumstance would prevent our meeting. However, from then onwards we clicked. It felt natural, I felt like I was falling for this girl, we were the perfect pairing, until we met Eliza, and our pair became a trio.
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