Aristotle

CHAPTER 2

Several weeks have passed by, Zachious has healed and is on the job search. Aristotle can't stop her secret admiration for him.

Aristotle's POV

I continue to think to myself, for quite some time, "How could I possibly get a chance with him? I'm nowhere near pretty enough to be his. I'm not worthy enough. He's just so perfect. I can't help but to get lost in his eyes any time he looks at me."

I watch as he works out in the yard, to help pull his weight, while he stays here. I do the house chores. With the way my brain works, it feels like we are already together; how I wish that was true. He's so unfairly handsome.

I drop out of my daze, as I continue to clean up the kitchen. I've decided to bring him something to drink. He has been outside for a couple hours; therefore, he must be thirsty. This will also give me the perfect excuse just to be near him, to talk to him, breath the same air.

I sigh, as I fix him something go drink, "Maybe one day, if I'm pretty enough and I'm lucky enough."

Zachious's POV

I watch as she comes out of the sliding glass door, with a drink in her hand. She's so beautiful. It's plain to see that she doesn't quite know it. Maybe I can change that. "Aristotle, the girl of my dreams," I think to myself.

She has jet black hair, with piercing blue/green eyes. Sometimes they're even a silver. She's about 5"1 which is an adorable height; considering, I'm 5"8. She is so small and petite. She is caring and I'm so thankful she found me.

When I'm around her, I gain butterflies in my stomach. She looks so kissable. My thoughts are interrupted when she finally reaches me.

She smiles shyly, "I've brought you an iced lemonade. I hope you like it."

I gently take the glass from her and take a few drinks, "This is very satisfying, to my taste buds. Thank you."

She looks me in the eyes, causing them to be stuck with hers, "You're welcome. If you need anything else just call for me. I'll be happy to serve."

She turns back toward the house to walk away, but I gently grab her arm and she turns around, looking back. I sigh, blushing, as I rub my neck trying think of something to say.

I look down, "Uhmm, would you like to go get lunch with me later?"

There's comes to be an awkward silence between us and I release her arm.

I turn halfway to go the other way, "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm going to continue to work on the yard."

Aristotle's POV

He's interested in me? Why would he be. I look so ewe and he looks so stunningly handsome. What would make him want me?

I look up, out of my daze. He's turning away; 'quick do something you idiot,' I scream think to myself.

Brushing his hand, Zachious looks back at me, "I would love to go for lunch."

Zachious's face instantly brightened, "when shall we go? Where would you like to go?"

Author's Note:

Hey guys, to whomever actually likes this story, I'm sorry it's a lame chapter. Give me your opinions, by messaging me, there's no such thing as bad criticism. Thank you for your reads; they're greatly appreciated. I love y'all!