Last Year of Seventeen

estrian training. She even brought quiche and Crémant for our "goûter". She laid out museums and boutiques she plans to vi

se the bet?" I sipped the sparkling wine

éjà perdu. Just accept the fact that there are girls, how

this scheme I had with August. Is it a loss if I rigged our bet to change court and ally with the enemy? Maybe. But that's

personal level, adding to her mystery that fuels my curiosity. It's always been there. That curiosity. Ever since I first saw her in our Freshman Year. The girl who

pursued before, until her. But I know when to admit defeat when I'm faced with one. August is too stubborn. Even if

ut that. I hav

of a sight. Even for sore eyes. Or is

by her tone. She thinks she can hide it with witty remarks

Dove. I just don't want to set u

you if that's what you're w

grass and my favorite perfume of hers– was it Chanel or Hermes– honeyed orange blossom. Her breath quickens, I moved closer to her lips. My

mbarrassment or disappointment

, "I'm not quite

s her glass motioning for a toast, "Ne

lass with hers

ree ladies bathing in what appears to be a lake– Nimue, Viviane and Niviène, each representing wisdom, intuition and power. It was a gift by the sculptor Blanche de Saint Adelaide,

midated but she didn't falter. And soon, she won the respect of her peers because she was not only wise but also cunning. Blanche said, "Si perfide que soit la mer, les femmes le sont encore plus" which basicall

e so poetic for wha

the cafeteria instead. It was much less of a hassle, she said. I can just go to her table and ask

m prone to doing grand gestures even if I barely like the girl. One time I flew one to Berlin and back just so she can buy this really weird looking concrete jewelry she forgot to purchase when she was there. We dated for about two wee

hought about

in pushing the trolly filled with books a

st way we can both get what we want and you're there creating the

this. Usually, I'm sure the girl would end u

s, "Let me guess,

you ar

ed to dis

arate themselves from feminine stereotypes because this 'other' breed is seen as shal

sly gorgeous female to fulfill your idea of a perfect woman. But she isn't real and yet

t. Apart from it being true, I didn't really ex

sibly calmer. "Sorry. I'm still quite pissed from my last class. Mikhail kept arguing that

to that conversatio

do. We were supposed to be divorce lawyers

ou were represe

uldn't be broken because of one bad day, she argued that one bad day will become a bad week then a bad month and so

real fury she felt over a very fake case because she cannot phantom anyone defending someone as appalling as

s Mikhail's an idiot.

r, I'm apologizing for my sudden outburst. I shouldn't have

beg your forgiveness." I bowed down theatrically, and took h

ed now the dimple on her chin and the little mole just below her right eye. She looks compelling in the golden light of the se

ething more, she pulled her hand back and

a with the Dames,

yes.

her books and I, well I didn't know what to do with my hands. So I cro

meet you there t

yes.

d that I should get going. As I was leaving, she called

to cancel the path of flowers I asked

s restrained but a few more

'll be nice to actually be friends with Au

I said, waving

tauntable Ice Bitch finally say yes to a date with the notable Casanova and heart-breaker– me, Henry Hughes. An unlikely match, met with

, I didn't know that even ice