Yves. 

"Yves, ven aqui." 

I shuffle my flats on my way to Bella, my classmate for political science. We were in the biggest library in the city. She was flipping over her notes from class today and I was searching for the textbook that we needed for our joint essay. She holds up a loose leaf slip of paper. I read it through. It was the first paragraph with all of the information that we needed. "What about the book?" 

"We don't need it," she replies softly. I smirk at her. The library was about to close at 9. We needed to head back to the dorms before curfew. We didn't even eat dinner. I slung her bag over my shoulders and then picked up my own. "Hey, did I ask you to take my bag?" 

"Chilvary isn't dead." I pinch her sleeve and pull her close. 

"Uh-uh, Yves. Eres un jugador." Bella raises her eyebrows. I can't help it. She's the most beautiful girl in my political science and economic studies classes. I have Stacey, Marietta, and Quinn in every other quarter of the day. But, Bella was different than all of them. She never let me take her out on a date. This was our first time out after sundown. She wasn't too keen on studying after a certain time, but I practically begged for the extra hours. 

Admittedly, I am a crappy person. I usually get what I want after a few conversations, but Bella makes it hard. Which makes me want her even more. She's a challenge. I like challenges. Bella pushes me off of her, her cheeks red. I raise my arms in defeat. She snatches her bag off of me. "Hey, I was just trying to help you out!" 

"You aren't going to seduce me today," Bella chuckled. "Or ever." 

We walked down the streets of Seville, beautiful street lamps, buildings, etc. I became so adjusted to living here after a few months but I knew that I was due to be leaving for somewhere else soon. Photography assignment. Big photography assignment. Being a wanderer in my studies for SUNY University, I study abroad any and everywhere. My grades were superb enough for it. 

I really didn't want to leave Bella though. She made me want to stay. I've been here for over 6 weeks. I'm due to leave by Thursday, but I can't even move. She makes me stuck. "Bella...." 

"Yes, Yves?"

"What if I told you I really liked you?" 

"I wouldn't believe it for a second," she said. Bella and I were both students studying abroad. She was from Italy and I, from South Korea. We got along with the other foreign students, but Bella and I were the closest of friends. I didn't want to leave her. She reminded me of someone...someone from my past. I want to be in a future with Bella. But, she wouldn't let me. Bella's eyes were brown with golden flecks in them. She looked innocent and sweet. Her lips were painted a soft strawberry color. She had some freckles on her neck and one above her eyebrow. I really liked this girl. 

"And why is that?" 

"Because you don't like anyone but yourself, Yves..." 

And the way she said my name...don't get me started on that. She made me smile every time. 

"I like you...you're different." 

Bella smiled as we waited on the curb. I watched as cars drove by. She watched them go by as well. "I wish I could like you, Yves. But you're selfish. You don't care about anyone, but yourself. It's off-putting. I can't see myself with you because of that." 

I smiled, my heart crippling in my chest. She made rejection seem so sweet. I sighed as we crossed the street, about to go to that 24 hour food shop that sold amazing gazpacho. We got our food and then just went back to our college. The gates were still open, shockingly. Bella bowed to me and turned her way off. I grabbed her by the wrist. "Wait...can I prove myself to you? I'll cut off all those girls for you." 

"Bella!" 

I look behind her to see Gregory walking up to her. She pulls away from me and then runs up to him. I knit my brows together in confusion and jealousy. She turns back at me. "Sorry, Greg," she says in English. "Yves and I were just hanging out studying." 

"She looks pretty darn pissed at you, Bells," he says back in English. He looks up at me. "Did I walk into something?" 

"No, no. You're fine...I was.-"

"Just saying good night," Bella said. She intertwines her fingers into his. I smiled uncomfortably and walked off, away from the happy couple. 

Evaluating myself was something that I hated to do. I never believed in it. I always lived my life on a fast pace landslide. I'm always being uncommitted and not tied down. I didn't see a point in it. So when Bella called me selfish, I didn't know how to respond. None of the other girls I toyed with called me that. None of them called me out. Aside from her. And the other one...

Jiwoo Kim was the first love of my life. Perhaps the last. I never felt anything so strong about anyone. Bella was like Jiwoo in many ways. The way they smiled. The fearless way they spoke to me. And much more. As much as I hate to admit it, I do still love Jiwoo. I cherish her more than anything. So when someone similar comes by, I'm attached to them...I fall for them. 

I unlock my phone once I get into my dorm. My roommate was never there. She was probably off with her boyfriend or something. He was a rich 30 year old who owned a villa in Fuente del Rey. So I was always alone. I went into the photos. This was the one part of the day I could still be vulnerable and cry. I bit my lip and a tear fell down as I pressed the first video of Jiwoo and I.