Always on a Rainy Day: Chapter One
I slept in, I skipped breakfast, Dad drove me to school, I slept in class... you know, the usual things. You should know by now that life hardly changed for me. Someone died, someone moved away, things happened, and life went on. In the end, nothing really changed.
Or so I thought. Weird things started happening when I ate lunch with him, just as I usually did and have been doing for the past decade. (I'm only 16, mind you.)
"Hey, did you take your pace test earlier?"
He was talking with his mouth full again but I didn't really care. Whenever we were together, we could forget who we were for a couple of hours and just be who we wanted to be. Yeah, forget everything. Even our table manners.
"Hey?"
Oh, his mouth was empty now. It seemed like he just finished his omelet. His lips looked like they were in dire need of water but still, they were pretty, pinkish... WAIT, WHAT?
"Are you okay?"
I WAS STARING AT HIS MOUTH! HIS LIPS, EVEN! Why... do I feel so embarrassed. I...
"Hey, you're red all over! Are you really okay? Do you have a fever or something?"
He hurriedly scooted closer to check my temperature. By resting his hand on my neck, of all things.
"I... I..."
I wanted to tell him to stop. Yes, I was panicking. I didn't know what to do. I... I never panicked. This was my first time. I quickly gathered my thoughts, thinking of all the possible options to resolve this conflict.
Okay, so I could 1) tell him I wasn't really sick, 2) kick him somewhere so he would stop, or 3) go along and tell him he needed to accompany me to the nurse's office.
Hmm, the third option sounded good. I mean, I'd get to sleep inside and... okay, fine, so I did have other plans. But I never dreamed that his hands would be this smooth... and soft... and his eyes were such pretty onyx spheres...
"I... I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood to eat lunch. I guess I'll just... go up."
I stood up, gathered my things, and was ready to go, extremely careful not to let my eyes wander towards him again, when he suddenly grabbed my arm. My whole being immediately tensed up. I think my heart skipped a beat, too. Yeah, I know that that cannot be scientifically true, but it feels like it.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
I expected myself to hyperventilate again, but no, I didn't. I can't honestly say that I'm happy.
"Yeah. I'm just not in the mood. I... ate a pretty heavy breakfast earlier. Haha."
"You're lying. You never eat breakfast, right?"
"But there were cheese puffs earlier! I couldn't help it!"
He stopped, looked me twice over, then let go. I could tell he still wasn't satisfied with my answer, but he had no choice but to believe me, right? After all, getting the truth out of someone who purposely twists it is pretty hard, if not foolish.
"See you later then."
"Okay."
Finally, this weird encounter was over. But before I could heave out a pretty big sigh of relief...
"I will always be here for you, okay? You know you can trust me with anything. How about we drop by a coffee shop later?"
No, tell him no! Refuse him! You know that he's the root of your troubles!
"Yes, I know... Okay. See you later."
Ugh.
My perfect life is getting disturbed, my perfect little cycle is getting screwed up and I... secretly like it. I wonder how long this will last though. Maybe I'm just high because of the shojo manga I read last night...
Or so I thought. Weird things started happening when I ate lunch with him, just as I usually did and have been doing for the past decade. (I'm only 16, mind you.)
"Hey, did you take your pace test earlier?"
He was talking with his mouth full again but I didn't really care. Whenever we were together, we could forget who we were for a couple of hours and just be who we wanted to be. Yeah, forget everything. Even our table manners.
"Hey?"
Oh, his mouth was empty now. It seemed like he just finished his omelet. His lips looked like they were in dire need of water but still, they were pretty, pinkish... WAIT, WHAT?
"Are you okay?"
I WAS STARING AT HIS MOUTH! HIS LIPS, EVEN! Why... do I feel so embarrassed. I...
"Hey, you're red all over! Are you really okay? Do you have a fever or something?"
He hurriedly scooted closer to check my temperature. By resting his hand on my neck, of all things.
"I... I..."
I wanted to tell him to stop. Yes, I was panicking. I didn't know what to do. I... I never panicked. This was my first time. I quickly gathered my thoughts, thinking of all the possible options to resolve this conflict.
Okay, so I could 1) tell him I wasn't really sick, 2) kick him somewhere so he would stop, or 3) go along and tell him he needed to accompany me to the nurse's office.
Hmm, the third option sounded good. I mean, I'd get to sleep inside and... okay, fine, so I did have other plans. But I never dreamed that his hands would be this smooth... and soft... and his eyes were such pretty onyx spheres...
"I... I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood to eat lunch. I guess I'll just... go up."
I stood up, gathered my things, and was ready to go, extremely careful not to let my eyes wander towards him again, when he suddenly grabbed my arm. My whole being immediately tensed up. I think my heart skipped a beat, too. Yeah, I know that that cannot be scientifically true, but it feels like it.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
I expected myself to hyperventilate again, but no, I didn't. I can't honestly say that I'm happy.
"Yeah. I'm just not in the mood. I... ate a pretty heavy breakfast earlier. Haha."
"You're lying. You never eat breakfast, right?"
"But there were cheese puffs earlier! I couldn't help it!"
He stopped, looked me twice over, then let go. I could tell he still wasn't satisfied with my answer, but he had no choice but to believe me, right? After all, getting the truth out of someone who purposely twists it is pretty hard, if not foolish.
"See you later then."
"Okay."
Finally, this weird encounter was over. But before I could heave out a pretty big sigh of relief...
"I will always be here for you, okay? You know you can trust me with anything. How about we drop by a coffee shop later?"
No, tell him no! Refuse him! You know that he's the root of your troubles!
"Yes, I know... Okay. See you later."
Ugh.
My perfect life is getting disturbed, my perfect little cycle is getting screwed up and I... secretly like it. I wonder how long this will last though. Maybe I'm just high because of the shojo manga I read last night...