Chapter 4: Is He An Angel?
It’s been two months since we moved here, and a month since I met Drake. He occasionally went to school with his friends but thankfully never attempted to talk to me. There were just times that our gazes would meet and I’m the first one to break it. But other than that, we never talked since the field. Though what happened there keep haunting my mind, the kiss. Dad has grounded me for two weeks, well it has nothing to do with me. I don’t have any friends here, and at school, I’m the most popular, the most popular in –no talking, no touching- school princess. There are times that some students tried to approach me but I glared at them making them move away quickly, I also received a lot of invitation for different school activities like cheerleading, sports club, dance group, music club and drama club but I ignored them all. Although I rejected Star the first time she tried to talk to me she still smiles at me sometimes, and I return it with a snob and eye roll, but one time as I look at her I saw pity in her eyes. Did she pity me? That makes me hate her more.
Sometimes it worries me how I could see or feel others emotions. It just happened at times. When I’m surrounded by people or if someone is talking to me I can sense their feelings. Anger, hatred, jealousy, fear, greed, lust, joy, happiness and so on. Whatever it is I can’t really understand but sometimes it helps.
It’s the end of October now and everyone’s excited about the upcoming Halloween Party. It’s a compulsory school activity and getting a costume is really getting into my nerve. If only I was with my old friends, everything will work out fine and I’ll be excited.
A sound of a car’s horn from outside distracted my train of thoughts. It must be the new neighbor. Dad says that the house next to ours has been sold and the new owner will move today. There’s about fifty meters or so distance from each houses here. Most families living here own a garden. So they have a large front and back yard. The door bell rang and I lazily stepped out of my bed and walked downstairs to answer the door. Dad is at work so no one’s going to answer that damn door except me.
“Just a second” I shouted while walking at the hallway. I yanked the door open and greeted by an angel faced guy in his twenties I think with an empty water gallon in his hand. “Yeah, what can I do for you?” I asked coldly.
“Hi! My name’s Nigel and I’m moving next door, my car stopped at the front of your house and I need water to fix it, is it okay if I ask for a little favor? Just a gallon of water, I think my car overheats, I’ve been driving for eight hours.” I was stunned by the sound of his voice, polite, sweet, soft, mellow as if he’s singing, but still masculine. I was about to let him in when he smiled his breath taking smile and I can’t take my eyes off him now. That moment I studied his features, wearing a plain grey shirt and faded blue jeans, a tall about six feet and something, wavy brown hair, hypnotizing brown eyes, pink perfect lips, muscled chest and broad shoulder Greek goddess is standing at my doorway and even his smell is intoxicating! Is he an angel from heaven? He looks so perfect, too perfect for a guy in a small town. He locked gazes with me and I begun to blush, oh my god, why am I blushing? I shouldn’t feel this, I am now not allowing myself to feel anything and I should not be talking to anyone, another stranger, just like Drake.
But this guy standing in our front door is way different with Drake, he has this light cheerful atmosphere that almost calms everything that surrounds us, even my rebellious spirit and the wall I built not so long ago is melting, but why? How? I can’t understand. It’s just him, a stranger who knocks at my door and it feels like he’s bringing life. Oh no, this is bad!
“Yeah Miss? Are you okay?” I blinked my eyes a few times before I regain myself from my thoughts, I just nodded and stepped inside to let him in. He’s still wearing that smile when I ushered him to the kitchen and the sink, I can’t even find a word to say, surely if Dad learned that I allowed a stranger inside he’ll be mad. So mad, he had this over protectiveness when it comes to me. “Don’t talk to strangers” “Don’t let anyone you didn’t know enter this house” “Always lock the door” “Hide the knives at the kitchen drawers” “Ring me when someone gets in” yeah, I have a paranoid Dad!
“Will you mind if I ask for another glass of water? I mean drinking water I’m thirsty and can’t bear it anymore”. I heard his sweet voice again, I can feel it he’s smiling, still can’t find a word to respond, I grab a glass and open the fridge to give him cold water. He sat at the barstool at the kitchen bar and sighed with delight and cheerfulness. “Oh thank you Miss, you really are kind. It’s nice to know that I have a neighbor like you. We’re acquaintances now, we’ll be friends soon I hope. I gave you my name earlier, will you mind if I ask yours?”
“Ahh..ummm..I’m P-P-Pris, n-nice to m-meet y-you t-too N-Nigel…” oh, why am I struggling with my words!? Darn it! I never stuttered before! He looked surprised and amused and he just smiled. His Greek goddess smile!
“Okay Pris, that’s a cute name. I need to go now hope to see you again and thank you so much!”
I just nod and smiled at him, wait. I smiled at him? I should not! To hide my battling mind I lead him again outside and watched his back as he walk to his car to fix it. I silently closed the door and jogged upstairs to my room to watch him without me being noticed. He looked so manly, while fixing something at the head of his red Audi car. He must be rich to have that, what is he doing in a small town like this? I wonder. I never seen the house next to us so I have no idea, maybe it’s huge and expensive, is he moving alone? Does he have a family with him? Oh god, why am I interested? Stop it now, Pris! I scolded myself, I sighed and peak outside my window just in time to see that he’s waving at me goodbye and he started his car, Oh. He caught me watching him, he knew. I felt I blushed again and I buried my head on my pillow and scream in frustration! No way! I can’t have any feelings! He’s just good looking and I’m a girl that’s all, right Pris?
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