He wasn't

Chapter 3

He wasn't: Chapter Three

"No way, Megan! There is no way I could like a guy in just one week..." I said, biting my lip and pressing my back on my bed. "I mean, we haven't talked about a lot of stuffs. I don't even know how old he is."

"Are you stupid or what? Then go talk to him. Ask what you want to know. You wouldn't like a guy if you wouldn't randomly bring him up every single time in the middle of our conversation, right?"

"Ohh, I don't know..." I sighed, looking up on the ceiling. Do I like Nate? I asked myself. But it's been only a week since I met him.

A knock on the door distracted my thoughts.

"Sofie, go to the grocery store. I need potatos. I'm making mashed potatoes and steak for dinner." dad said.

"Since when did you learn how to cook mashed potatoes and steak?" I narrowed my eyes to dad's.

"Since yesterday. I've been reading cookbooks all day."

Slowly getting up from my bed, I wasn't sure if dad's okay. "The last time you cooked for us, you were fired from your previous job... Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, there's that. But this time, I just want to cook dinner." dad frowned. Stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out money. He placed it on my dresser. "Buy 2 dozens and come back as quickly as you can. I need those." he then closed the door. I hear his footsteps fading.

"Sofie!" I could hear a voice. I glanced at my bed. Crap. I forgot I was talking to Megan.

I quickly picked up my phone. "Hello? Meg? Sorry! My dad came in my room."

"Its okay. I'll call you back, I have something to do."

"Okay. Talk to you later. Bye." the hang up line tone was now heard. Yeah, I guess I really don't know much about Nate. I only know that he lives with his aunt, and that's it.

I stayed perfectly still for a moment. Analyzing everything Nate and me did. Its been over one week and he still not asking for my number. I shook my head. This isn't love. It's just infatuation. Maybe I was just drawn by his physical features. I mean, that's just the way it is, right? People are always, always, always drawn to the physical looks. That's the law if nature, you cannot stop attraction. So was it his blue eyes, his perfect jaw, the cleft on his chin, his gorgeous body that I saw one time at the lake, his lips, his clean cut hair, the way he speaks or the way he smiles that makes my heart flutter?

No, no, no. I can't think about that stuff. I grabbed my jacket and the money dad gave a while ago and stuffed it in my pocket. I headed downstairs and peeked in the kitchen to check on dad.

"How sweeet it is to be loved by you." I could hear dad singing a James Taylor song as he chopped some onions. As I hear him sing, I felt kinda... sad. That's the song he used to sing to mom. Mom will laugh as dad tries to carry her and sing. I wish mom didn't  met Anthony.

"You better get a move on, kiddo." dad said as he placed all the chopped onion in a pan. I didn't say anything for a minute.

"Dad..."

"Yeah?" he turned to me. I sighed and tucked my hands in the pocket of my shorts.

"Everything's..." I paused. "Everything's going to be alright in the end. If its not all right, it's not the yet the end, right?"

Dad smiled, saying nothing and leaning forward on the counter, arms crossed.

"I miss her, Sofie." he finally sighed. I walked slowly towards him.

"It's going to be alright dad. Just..." I feel my eyes are starting to become watery. I looked up, not wanting to let my tears fall. "Trust God."

I hugged dad. For the first time, I saw him crying. Not for joy, but in great sadness. It must be hard being separated from the person you truly love. I patted his back. I want to cry too, but I can't. I have to show dad that I'm not affected even if I was.

"Do you still need potatos?" I asked, breaking our emotional moment.

"No, It's fine. Let's just eat the steak. It must be cooked by now." dad said. Freeing himself from my hug, and checking the pan where the steak is.

"Uhm, okay. I'll just keep the money." I said, running back upstairs to my room. I heard dad laughed at my joke. But seriously, I'll really keep the money.

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Me and dad ate dinner without saying anything. After dad was finished, he got up and went straight to the living room and watched tv. I was left there and cleaned the dishes and cleared the table. Finally I wiped my hand with a clean hand cloth and marched to my room.

It was only 8 in the evening. It was still early. Well, for me. When you're used to college, your earliest bedtime could be at 1 A.M. but it still depends on what kind of project you're working on. I flipped open my laptop and inserted the memory card of my camera. I started editing all of the shots I have taken before with Nate. Seeing the pictures, I suddenly remembered the almost kiss we had. I stroked my cheek, and finding the same feeling I felt when Nate did it.

I shook my head. No way. I can't like him that fast. I mean, he doesn't care about me at all. He couldn't possibly have feelings for me either. He must have someone already. Like, a hook up or a fling, or even a girlfriend. Maybe he was just kind enough to show me a beautiful sight. A guy that good looking must have so many girls swooning and drooling and following him around.

And... I don't want to be like them.