“She was as warm as fire. If you looked at her the right way, you could see her flames on the outline of her body, tracing her square face and her hips, hot and red was all she could be. But she was also as cold as ice. Always wearing that wary expression on her face like a coat, that methodical gaze like she didn’t know any better. I couldn’t decide which version of her I liked more.
Because talking to her made me feel like I would never be able to get into college for she was smarter than me. And she was. She was the smartest girl I knew. And touching her burnt my fingertips. My heart raced like it smelt trouble. She was.
As a matter of fact, she could be anything she wanted. She could be fiery red. She could be freezing blue. But with me, she was both. She was everything.”