Cross My Heart

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Nate:

  "Do you still hate me?"I asked Rachelle, picking up a pink seashell and held it in my palms. She was holding her shoes in her hands, and she was smiling, a perfect, 1000-watt smile. 

She shrugged and rubbed her cheeks with a delicate hands, making her cheeks look like they've been pinched. She looked like a perfect little doll. She was holding up her dress with her hands and smiling over at the setting sun. 

I looked at her, amazed. Is that a yes? 

I stopped suddenly, and stood infront of her, and she looked up, her eyes dark and filled with happiness. 

This moment. 

Right now.

I looked down at Rachelle's lips, which were very pink and soft looking right now. They looked like little pillows. Okay...is it just me or did that sound really weird? 

I had this sudden urge to lean down and press my lips firmly against hers. But I couldn't. I can't. 

"What are you staring at?"She asked me, eyes narrowed cat-like. She was grinning at me, like she knew my darkest, deepest secret. 

I gave her a grin, "Nothing you need to know about." 

Right....

Rachelle: 

Is it the beach or is Nate actually not talking for once. He was looking down at his feet, facinated by the sand. I looked down. 

Holy crap! Nate is blushing? Blushing?Oh my god, this is a Youtube moment! 

I looked right at him, and I noticed that he had this cutest little boyish smirk on his lips. I wanted to grab him and tackle him to the ground, just like I used to do all the time. 

But now, I can't, because I just remembered that I'm actually suppose to be mad at him right now. 

"This is so much better than the prom" I said, trying to make conversation. "But the dress, is kinda a waste."

Nate smirked again, glancing up at me. His eyes rested on the ruffles on my dress. "Well, in that case, you don't mind if I..."He trailed off, jumping into the waves faster and quicker than I could say "what the hell?"

His dress shirt was already soaked wet and I could already see how defined his abs were. My eyes were bulging when I noticed how he was already splashing me with water. As I felt my whole dress edging down and feeling more and more heavy. I was too stunned to speak. You'd think we've grown up, and we've grown out of these silly games. But of course, it just takes an hour at your humble childhood abode to refresh those memories. So after about a minute, I started to scream like a little girl. 

"YOU IDIOT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!"I screamed at me, marching into the water and pushing him deeper into the water. 

"Relax.It's not like you're actually going to prom."He laughed, still pushing water towards me. 

I shrugged, he has a point. 

So with that being said, I grabbed his shirt, yanked him down and dunked his head into the water, messing up his perfect arranged hair. 

He was fast, by the twist of his body, he escaped from my reach and reached down, pulling me from the water and into his arms. I watched his eyes, that stunning green coloured eyes melting into the sunlight. He dropped me a second later, right into the cold, freezing water. I couldn't say anything. What would I say?

 "You better watch out!"I called out, grabbing some seaweed and stuffed it down his shirt. I enjoyed the look of horror on his face. 

So that's how it happened, the best water fight of my entire life. Things were normal the first ten minutes, but then Nate went a little too far with competition. 

"How do you feel about skinny dipping?"He grinned like a evil genius, edging closer and closer to me. 

No, he wouldn't. 

"Nononononono!!!!"I yelled, backing away from him. But the water current stopped me, and I was back against the ocean. And who could honestly swim in a dress? 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"I said when his hand gently caressed my stomach, I though he was about to rip my dress off. 

But then I noticed that he wasn't about to rip my dress off. He was actually leaning in, and his hand tangled in my hair, his face leaning closer and closer to me. 

What a weird picture. A girl, in a hideous blue dress and poodle like hair, soaking wet and standing right in the ocean, the water just reaching her waist. A handsome boy, too perfect to even grace his presence on earth, reaching towards her with loving eyes. Somehow, those eyes were filled with guilt. Probably the guilt of nearly seducing his best friend. 

Arg...I mean, Ex-best friend. 

As Nate's nose brushed mine, an electric current went through me. 

Oh my god.

Nate's going to kiss me?

Really?

For almost a second, I would have let him do it. But this part of me, this small part of me thought that if he did, It'll be like going on drugs. No turning back, always wanting more and more. And i don't even think there's a re-hab for this kind of drug. This emotional drug.  What is he did kiss me and l fall in love with him-again, and then he'll leave, again. With leaves me, heartbroken and alone, again. 

Am I won't ever let that happen to me ever again. Just when I'm starting to get over him, he comes back, bringing back all my old feelings. 

So no, I have to stop this.

You can think I'm stupid, or idiotic, but if you really understand my pain, you'd do the same. 

"Nate..."I tried to stop him, and I tried to push him away. The smell of seaweed and slaty water clung onto my hair, and I felt something move under my foot. 

I had my hands on his chest, ready to push him away. 

Nate freezed for a second, and I thought he was going to lean away. But instead, he placed his hands right on top of mine and pressed his lips firmly against mine. I could feel the shape of his smile with my lips. His lips were salty and cold, but his hands were warm, toasty. 

As I felt his arms around me, the sunshine on my hair and the setting sun, I almost forgot everything. All the worries. 

Everything was gone, just leaving Nate and I. 

Sure, Nate was arrogant and really annoying, but he's still Nate. My best friend. Nothing will ever change that, right? 

As he leaned away, I gasped. 

"Rach, you know I-"He began to say.

I love you too! I tried to say, but failed.

"-I really missed you, right?"He said, his fingers tangled in my hair. 

Of course, he's Nate. The lady's man. Stringing along dozens of girls. The worst part is, he makes them feel special, like they're the only one. Then one day, he leaves without any warnings. He;s like this drug, even if you know it;s bad for you, you still want more.

And damn, I want a lot more.