Author: Jaime Scarfuto
Published: March 13, 2016
In high school, I thought I’d end up with James. In college, I thought I’d end up with Alex. As the years went on being with Alex wasn’t what I wanted anymore. I wasn’t being loved and cared for, I was being neglected and forgotten. After the final straw I had enough and started my life over. Being alone for the first time in almost six years. Little did I know, my high school reunion was right around the corner and maybe a second chance to be with James too? But was that what I wanted? Who doesn’t want to end up with their high school sweetheart? Or is there someone else out there for me?
When the song ends I hear applause from the audience and cheers from my girls. It’s always a rush singing in public and my nerves usually get to me when I start, but once I get into my groove it’s good. I head back to the table, but as I’m walking there someone catches my eye. He looks familiar, but I can’t place where I know him from or what his name is. He’s tall, medium build, Sandy brown hair and gorgeous eyes that sparkle even from the distance. I can’t tell the color since it’s too dark, but I’m dying to know. He was looking at me, but looked away once I caught him staring. I wonder who he is. I’ve met so many people in my life that it’s really hard for me to remember everyone unless I’ve spent a significant amount of time with them. I usually have a really great memory remembering random things and people, but for the life of me I don’t recall where I know him. As I take my seat, I hunch over the table to get the girls’ attention and ask if any of them know Mr. tall, dark, and handsome over there. The girls all discreetly take a quick look, but Gabby and Julie just shrug while Carly gives me a questioning look.
“What Carl? Do you know him? Who is he?” I ask.
“I definitely know him. He looks great too! Such a change from high school when he was a little nerdier and a lot less defined. “
“He went to school with us?” I ask. “I don’t remember him. I know the face seemed familiar but I just can’t place him. Was he in any of my classes or yours?”
“He was in my Chemistry class sophomore year and my Spanish class senior year. We weren’t really friends or anything, but we knew each other. I don’t think he was in any of your classes, but you might’ve seen him sometimes hanging around the music classes and sometimes the cooking room.”
“Maybe that’s where I know him.”
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Jaime Scarfuto grew up in Staten Island before moving to Brooklyn with her husband. She has a love of reading and romance. When she’s not working or writing she can be found spending time with her family. She is a proud mother to a 5-year-old little girl and a 5-month old baby boy. Jaime and her family currently reside in New Jersey.
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