Tragedy

Meeting Him

Ezra Graves. He's been mine for a while. Almost two years. He's the best I could ask for.
We met while I was walking home from school one day. It was pouring rain and clearly, I was soaked. I was walking with my head down, and a book over my head, trying to stay dry which was quite impossible, then I crashed into something, or somebody rather. I fell along with the stranger, who ended up on top of me. My stuff was scattered everywhere, but once our eyes met I forgot about my stuff. He was handsome. Breathtaking. We stayed that way for a couple of seconds before a car horn honked and someone yelled "Eh! Get a room!"
We quickly scrambled up, and sat on our knees picking up my stuff. The one day I decided not to bring my bookbag is the day the teachers decided "Hey, it's a great day for textbook homework," so I was surrounded in 6 text books, including the one that was keeping the rain off my head. He stood with 4 of my books and I quickly picked up the other two. The rain was pouring harder. It thundered as I stood and I kind of stumbled back. He caught me at my forearm with his free hand. "Woah," he said chuckling, as water dripped off of his chin,"we don't need that again." He had a strong grip. It didn't hurt, but he was strong.
I smiled and said "Thank you, and I'm sorry for running into you, I should have watched where I was going."
"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention either. Where are you heading to?"
"My house, it's about a block from here."
"Come on then. I have a car. That's where I was heading before, well, you know," he said smiling.
I hesitantly nodded in agreement and followed him to his car.
We hopped in the Malibu quickly and he turned on the heat.
"You know you should never get into a car with a stranger," he said laughing.
"Yeah, well you seemed trustworthy and I was cold," I replied shuddering from my cold bones.
"Well, you're lucky I'm not a killer or anything like that," he chuckled.
He was cute. If he was a killer it wouldn't have mattered. I could have took him.
I played with my fingers and looked down. My grey, long sleeved, wool sweater was so full of water and my black tights were glistening. I knew that my hair probably looked stringy and that my makeup was running after wiping my cheek with the back of my hand seeing the smudged residue left on my hand. My shoes were full of water. I was a mess. I felt self conscious as I sat there twiddling my thumbs. He probably thought I was a hot mess, probably because I was. I was relieved when I saw my house.
"Right there," I said pointing.
He pulled over, jumped out, and ran around opening my door. He grabbed my textbooks and followed me out of the rain to my door. I opened the door and walked in.
"You can sit those on the table," I said politely. "Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome," he smiled a little bit, then said, "Well I need to be going, but before I go, do you think I could have your number? I'd like to see you again."
I didn't expect that. I stood there for a couple of seconds before I said, "Of course, that's fine by me," I started over to the table where I had left my phone this morning. I handed it to him, and he handed me his.
After putting my number in and my contact name, "Clumsy girl (Natalie)", I handed it back to him.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't get your name," he inquired, "I'm Ezra by the way."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I'm Natalie," I reached my hand out to meet his and we shook hands. Weird, but I guess it was appropriate considering we had just met 10 minutes ago. We said our goodbyes as he sprinted to his car trying not to get anymore wet than he already was. I closed the door behind him, and turned around. I sunk to the floor smiling like an idiot. I checked my phone for his name.
"Guy Who Took Your Breath Away, Literally(Ezra)"