Every Scar Has Its Story

Chapter 20 Rain

It rained even more heavily than before, the drops of rain feel good on the ground like exactly how he feels to me. He feels like the rain on my dry land. He's better than the sunrise and he's perfect like the sunset. How is he able to make me feel this way? How does he make everything make sense? How does he not find any flaw in anything that I do? But most of all, how is he able to love me? Was he waiting for me to say it back?

" I'm not waiting for you to say it back just yet. And I'm sorry I let you and Bryce get wet."

Oh My God, Bryce! I almost forgot Bryce was here as well, and I was getting wet.

I cleared my throat, " Let's go Bryce." We walked a few steps before I stopped, " See you later Jax."

" See you later goddess."

My heart was throbbing, did I just promise Jax that I'd see him again? Did that mean we were dating?

" God, why didn't your Dad get you any umbrella? You're so wet!"

" Hi Walter."

" Why are you in a good mood?"

" No reason! So about yesterday..."

"Let's not talk about it, I'm sorry I overstepped my boundaries."

"It's okay."

" I have some news for you but first let's get you out of those wet clothes."

Walter grabbed my hand and dragged me to the wash rooms.

" You need to get out of that sweater, or you'll catch cold. So dry yourself up and...."

What was he doing now?

" Here! My hoodie."

" I'll be fine really no need to take off your hoodie for me."

" Well there is a need and I took it off, for you! I'll go dry your dog up."

" Okay, there's no need to argue with you so, go boy!" Then I patted Bryce on the head.

" Good!"

Walter left with Bryce and I was by myself. I took off my sweater and it was wet, my shirt was better but it wasn't dry too. I took it off as well and dried off. Then I wore Walter's hoodie, it was so warm and it smelled good.

I went to class and all I could think about was Jax. There was nothing else. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to let him know how I feel. There was no need for me to hide it anymore. I knew how I felt and I wanted him to know it too.

Walter walked with me and Bryce when we were waiting for my mom to come pick me up.

" So are we good?"

" Yes we are. I'm sorry I spoke to you like that yesterday..."

" Hi." I smiled when I heard him

" Hi Jax." Walter answered him

" Why are you here?"

" I brought you this. I figured you must be..." he stopped

" What?"

" Turns out you didn't need it." His voice was cold

" Huh?"

" He's holding a hoodie in his hands." Walter explained

Did that mean he was jealous just because I had Walter's hoodie on?

" Your mom's here."

" Oh. I have to go." I left both of them there and went to my mom's car. Bryce and I got in.

" Is that Walter's?"

" What?"

" The hoodie? Is it his?"

" Oh yes. I got wet. Dad and I forgot the umbrella."

" Then Walter offered to take off his hoodie for you?"

" Yes. I didn't ask him to Mom."

" So you have no idea what that means, do you?"

" Him taking off his hoodie for me when I was literally shivering? I think it's to do with being a good person."

" You're either so naive or you love playing dumb. Oh by the way it's spaghetti and meatballs night. So you're helping me make dinner."

I loved making the meatballs. It was the least I could do to help. We got home and got right into the cooking.

We had a lovely dinner, mostly because my mood was making it easier for there to actually be a conversation on the table.Dad offered to do the dishes and I rushed to my room to talk to Jax, he probably left messages for me. I changed into my pajamas and got in bed and there were no texts or calls from him. He didn't text or call. Do I call him? I finally decided to call after contemplating it atleast 20 times.

" Hi."

" Hi."

" I was kinda waiting for you to call or text. It's stupid I know but I didn't want to feel like I was..."

" Do I have to worry about Walter?"

" What? Why would you have to worry about him?"

" Because he gets to spend most time with you and he gave you his hoodie."

" Why is him giving me his hoodie such a big deal?"

" You don't think it's a big deal that some random guy gave my girlfriend a hoodie- his hoodie. It probably still smells like him"

I was stuck on him calling me his. I was his girlfriend?

" Thea?"

" I'm your girlfriend?"

" No you're not. You just a girl that I happen to like. Ofcourse you're my girlfriend, unless you don't want me to call you that. Why am I so jiterry all of the sudden?"

" It's okay. I want to be your girlfriend."

I know what you're thinking. That this is all quick, but really will I ever get a chance to feel this kind of love again? I liked him and...

" Then I want to be your boyfriend."