Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

"The metaphor here highlights the..."

My eyes and attention drew away from my teacher's lesson and looked around the classroom restlessly. 

It's already been two weeks since I started highschool but I haven't really talked to anyone. 

Anyone except him.

My eyes focused on Zander who seemed to be listening to my teacher's lesson. He's got pretty green eyes that I've come to be envious of, and he's also popular in school, yet very intelligent and composed. I think he can get any girl he wanted, although I didn't quite like the thought of that, I don't know why.

After the last bell rang, unfortunately for me, it started raining. The heavy rain and ominous clouds that loomed in the sky made me slightly uncomfortable, and the gushes of cold wind coming in contact with my skin didn't help either.

Should I wait for the rain to stop or run?

"Do you want to share?"

I took a step back in shock, not quite expecting anyone to still be in school.

Although I'm happy that it was him.

"Sean?" 

"Oh, yeah, thanks," I felt heat in my cheeks and I tried my best to hide the fact that my heart was beating against my chest rapidly.

The both of us walked under the same lavender-coloured umbrella, our shoulders touching slightly. We were so close I could smell his scent, a mixture of sweat and rain.

We were nearing the bus stop when he suddenly abruptly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

He didn't answer but stared at me, his eyes solemn and the noise from the raindrops drowned the sound of my heart pounding.

Slowly, using the other hand that wasn't holding the umbrella, he gently caressed my cheek. I couldn't express the kind of feeling it was. I was giddy, my thoughts clouded and I couldn't think of anything else but suddenly wanting to hold him.

He caressed my cheek with his thumb and after a few moments, pulled away.

"You had dirt on your cheek," he said with an embarassed smile, his face as red as mine.

We continued to walk to the bus stop and for the first time, I thought to myself :

Maybe I won't want to be alone for a while.