Erela's POV :
"I...uh...I'm." I stutter because of the distance between us.
He chuckles.
"Are you nervous? Do I make you nervous, Rilly?" He asks looking at my eyes and smiling at the same time.
That's when someone coughs to remind us that there's people around us and we're in school.
I look up to see the person who coughed and it's Zion.
Jesus.
Where am I stuck?
"Uh hello Mr Anderson." I say.
Kind of weird I don't know, why I called him Anderson. I used to call him that when we first met but not now obviously because that's formalities.
Lance gets up and does the brotherly hug with Zion where they first shake hands and then do a side hug and says "Hey buddy."
"Good to see you, here." Zion says completely ignoring me and looking at Lance.
"What's up? Are you up for this week's basketball match?" Lance asks looking me and than him.
"Yes. Are you?" Zion asks putting his hands in his pant's pockets.
"Yeah. Alright then see you at the match." Lance says and then turns toward me and says "See you, Rilly."
"Bye." I say as he walks away leaving Zion and me alone.
"Do you like him?" Zion asks as he sits beside me and looks at me.
"N-no." I say getting awkward. He's question caught me off guard. A minute before he was ignoring and now asking me if I like someone else? Isn't it obvious enough at this moment.
He nods.
Doesn't say anything after that.
"What's your favourite colour?" He asks me before I get the chance to try to build up a conversation with him.
He usually doesn't talk to me, I don't know why these days he tries to ignore or like avoide me.
"Green." I say.
Like the grass.
Like the trees.
Like the moss.
Like the wee-.
You can fill up that gap.
Like Lucas Miller's eyes.
Like Lance's eyes.
"I do really like brown though." I say again before giving him a chance to reply.
"That dark shade of brown." I add.
Like your eyes.
So dark and deep, I'd like to drown in them and not for once feel like I'm dieing.
Because that's the only thing that'll make me feel alive.
Make me feel sane.
Make me feel better about myself.
Make me feel worthy.
Of life.
And death.
And love.
So mysterious, that it leaves you curious.
Leaves you wanting for more and more and more.
Even when the other person denies to give that more.
"Beautiful." He replies.
"What's your favourite colour?" I ask him. Still trying to build up a conversation because who knows when he'll stop and leave me.
Zion's POV :
"What's your favourite colour?" She asks me.
"I like brown too, light brown but." I reply.
Light and playful.
Light and joyful.
Light and meaningful.
Just like hers.
Just like yours, Erela.
For without light, how can I live and see the world?
The beautiful, lovely world.
Whose so cruel, I won't stand a chance to live in it.
But for you, oh sure I will.
"Woah, that's so cool." She says looking looking suprised.
Erela's POV :
"Woah, that's so cool." I say.
Kind of suprised, I didn't know him and I, both, will like kind of the same things.
He's like me yet so different from me.
"Do you also go to the-" I was going to finish the sentence when the teachers came and we had to start the practice.
We did our roles.
~
After doing our jobs we settle down again at our places, stairs near the stage.
"This Friday you are playing in the match?" I asked him. Particularly I was wanting to ask him something else but I don't remember it anymore.
It probably wasn't that important of a question otherwise I would've remembered it.
"Yeah." He replies.
I nod blinking my eyes.
"Are you coming to watch?" He asks me.
"Maybe." I say.
"Do come." He says.
"Please." He pleads and I look at him, that's the first time I've ever seen him so wanting something, badly.
"If you're playing then sure I'll come." I say smiling.
He smiles back.
"I thought you quit it actually, you know I mean for the past few weeks you weren't playing basketball in the match. So I thought you quit it." I said looking at him maintaing the conversation while he's looking away somewhere at a distance.
"I just took a break. I was a bit busy with my life and school." He replies.
"That's what I thought how could someone as good as you in basketball, so suddenly quit it? You're like the God of basketball in our school, everyone says so." I say.
Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have asked that. I probably looked like a creep and a stalker for asking that question.
"Since you're coming, you're cheering for me right?" He asks.
"Of course." I say laughing at his question.
You ask me to do anything and everything, I'll do it happily.
"Do you also go to the Saint Louis church?" He asks me changing the topic.
Yup, that's the question.
I wanted to ask him that.
"Yeah, you do too right?" I ask.
"Yeah." He says.
And I look at look at the way he's looking.
That's Avery.
Why is he looking at her?
Or is he really looking at her?
Why do I feel damn jealous about it?
It's not like I'm dating him so it doesn't really matter.
But it kind of does.
He did take me out like a week ago, even if it wasn't really a date still.
Zion's POV :
While talking with her, I felt at ease.
I felt really hurt when I saw her talking to Lance.
What if she has feelings for him?
He's not even the right guy for her.
Neither am I.
I did ask her if she likes him or not she did say no.
But why did seem like she wasn't replying to me but more like she was saying it to herself, reminding herself something.
Many people ask me if I'm dating someone or if I like her.
Even I say no.
But it's obvious, isn't it?
That I do like her.
Maybe I should try to be more straightforward and ask her directly.
But what if I get rejected? My heart won't be able to take it.
But it's now or never.
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Romance"Would you date me if I asked you too?" ~ Erela Arella Grene is an observent, religious and witty girl, who has just switched to the London's most posh school and there she meets some people who put her in a confusing situation. She doesn't know who...
