Cross My Heart

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten- Christy what?!

  "Well this is relaxing."I giggled to myself after Nate took off his shirt and handed it to me, so I'd have something to wear. My dress, a wet pile on the backseat of Nate's car was completely forgotten. Nate's shirt smelled like seaweed and his cologne, it was a weird smell. There are many perks to this. First, I enjoy the sight of Nate's bare chest. Second, I'm warmer now. And third, I enjoy watching Nate taking off his clothes. 

 I shifted in the sand and  leaned back onto the soft surface. The sand was scratchy but soft on my skin. I looked over to Nate, who was right beside me, looking pensively into the sunset. 

"This is so much better than prom."I repeated, "most fun I've had in ages." 

Nate nodded, but I could tell he was miles away. 

"Are you okay?"I sat up suddenly, leaning over to examine Nate's expression. 

"I'm fine. It's just...sometimes, I wish I could take it all back..."He sighed.

"Take what back?"I asked, leaning in closer. 

"Everything."He closed his eyes, the orangy coloured sunset reflected of his flawless face. "I wish I could forget."

"You and me both, dude. You and me both."I sighed, squirming in the sand and plopped myself right beside him. I could feel his arms beside mine. His skin just brushing mine. 

"I wish I could tell you something, Rach."He said, opening his eyes and looked at me. That brilliant green...

"You can tell me anything. You know that."I murmured, nudging him slightly with my big toe. Then, I made the most stupid decision in my life. 

I sighed and leaned my head on Nate's shoulder, taking in his delicious scent.

I felt his muscled tighten under my head. Then, he relaxed. I looked up at him, enjoying the way his long lashes moved with his eyelids. I felt jealoused of his lashes. Mine weren't even that long.

"I wish I could, I wish I could."He murmured back, extending his arms and I allowed myself to be swallowed up in his embrace.

 It reminded me of my father. The way he used to hold me when I'm upset, or when I'm hurt. It was the soothing sound of my father's voice that made me kept going. The hope my dad had in me. My father, the person who I used to follow around like a lost puppy. The one who I thought was superman. He wasn't always there, but I knew he wanted to be. He had to want me. 

Then, I remembered the note that someone left me. 

I didn't kill my father. 

Did I?

Was it because of my hurtful words? That drove him wild? 

Was it?

Oh god. 

"Rachelle. Are you okay?"Nate's voice brought me back. 

"Yeah..."I sighed, chocking back tears. My father....Was undeniably dead. 

Because of me. 

It was all my falut. 

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As we rode in the car together, both of us silent and pensive. I felt a sudden urge to lean over and touch Nate. God, I sound like a perverd. But he was just so real, sitting next to me, with his beautifully sculptured body and grass-coloured eyes. Who would've guessed that about weeks ago, my ex-best friend, would turn up at my doorstep? And managed to get a whole lot hotter over ten years?