An Old Flame

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

He runs into his High School Crush. This his second chance with her. Isn't it?





“Hey you.” A female voice says. 

I turn around and look upon her face, as we stand in the parking lot of the grocery store. “Hey.”

She gives me a small hug and smiles. “I didn’t know you worked here.” 

“Yeah, a couple of years now.”

“Good for you. I always thought you were going to be a professor or something. You were always so smart in school.”

“Smart?” I place my hands in my pockets and smile. “I don’t know. I guess.”

“You are smart, and you know it.” She gives a full-hearted, genuine smile. 

“So, what brings you here?” I ask. 

“I just had to pick up some waters for my place.”

“You live around here?”

“Yeah, still here.”

“Wow.” I look down and tilt my head. “I thought you’d be living in another state as a successful doctor by now. Isn’t that what you wanted to do?”

“I’m still working at it, going to the college down the road.”

“That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

She brushes her hair back. “You just getting off?”

“Yeah, I was about to head home.” I can’t help but look up and down at her. Her brown hair is shinier than ever, and it compliments her brown eyes. She’s wearing a maroon sweater with black jeans and heels. Beautiful. “It was nice seeing you though.”

I start to walk away, but she grabs my shoulder. “Since we both aren’t doing anything, would you like to go grab some food. I’m curious about what you’ve been up to.”

I have to think for a minute, but loneliness makes my thinking quick. “Sure, if you really want to.”

“Of course. Just let me go in and grab my water. I’ll meet you at my place, if you don’t mind picking me up.”

“Okay. Absolutely.” 

“Great. I’ll be back to give you my address, and we can decide on a time.” She walks inside the store, and I stare at her, desire in my eyes. 



“So, you really never wanted to go back to school?” she asks, taking another bite of her sweet and sour chicken. 

“I did, but things at the grocery store kind took off.” I take a bite from my noodles and wash it down with coke. “This place is great.”

“Yeah, they have great Chinese here.” She smiles.


“Nothing. It’s just good to see you.”

I can’t help but smile too. “It’s good to see you too.”

She takes another bite. “You want some of this?”

“No, I’m okay on the chicken.” My nerves are finally showing.

She keeps smiling, as my nerves are revealed. “I guess the chicken is like me.”


“Well, sweet and sour.”

“You’re not sour.”

Her face falls. “After the way I treated you, I am.”

“It’s okay. You were a good friend.”

“No, I wasn’t.” She leans forward a bit. “I took advantage of you. I took advantage of your brain and smarts. Remember? I had you do all my homework and papers.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“I don’t know why you just didn’t tell me to piss off. I was wrong for that.”

I force a smirk. “Well, you probably already knew it, but you were my crush in high school.”

She laughs and brushes her hair back again. “I know. I won’t lie though. I thought you were kind of cute.”

“Really? I had no idea.”

“Oh yeah. I adored you.”

The smirk disappears from my face. “Then why didn’t you do anything about it?”

She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head. “I was too busy dating jerks to realize a good guy when I saw one.”

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, your choice in guys wasn’t the best. I always knew they were wrong for a sweet girl like you.”

“Thank you. You’re very sweet yourself.”

“I know,” I say, jokingly.

“You are. And you’re being very sweet to me, even though I don’t deserve it.”

I place both hands on the table and look her in the eyes. “We can’t change the past, but today is a new day. And I forgive you.”

“Thank you.” The waitress walks over and places the check on the table. “This is on me, okay?”

“No, let me.” I grab the check and pull out my credit card.

“See that.”

“See what?” Another smirk grows on my face.

“You’re still so sweet.”




We arrive at her home. 

“I had a nice time. I’m glad we went,” I say.

“So am I.” She places her hand on my shoulder. “You mind walking me to my door?”

“Not at all.” We get out of the car and walk side by side to the doorstep. We stand in front of each other, smiling. 

“I’m happy I ran into you tonight.”

“Same here. My first real crush.”

She places her warm hand on my cheek. “I still adore you.” She leans in and kisses me softly. “Thanks for dinner,” she whispers.

“Thanks for being you.”

She smiles like before. “Let’s do this again, okay?”

“Definitely.” I smile as well. 

She turns around and pulls out her keys, while I start putting on my black work gloves. As she opens the door, she turns and gives me one last smile. That is when I grab her by the throat and start squeezing. She gasps for air and tries to push me away, but I’m too strong. I continue pressing until her eyes roll into the back of her head. 

I hold her deceased body in my arms and give her one last kiss. I then drop her in the house and shut the door. 

As I take my gloves off, I whisper to myself, “You can’t change the past. You just can’t.”

Submitted: October 23, 2021

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