Love was something I never understood. I don’t know why some people would cry or even waste time on someone who wouldn’t like them back. I’ve witnessed it quite a hundred times, a girl bawling because she was cheated or dumped by his boyfriend. A good guy ended up rejected because the girl prefers bad boys.
A guy wooing girls just for pleasure and short- term fun and using the word “love” just to catch his prey. On the other hand, some couples are smiling like there’s no tomorrow and promising they won’t leave each other. Such stupid lie.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bitter or anything. It’s just that something like emotions would easily change. Everything does, it’s inevitable.
Bottom line is, I think “love” is such a complicated feeling that I cannot seem to grasp.
My friends have all fallen in love. Or at least that’s what they say. They experienced having a relationship and going out with a guy. I, on the other hand, am what you can call a novice in love. A self – proclaimed nerd in school but completely clueless when it comes to romance. I’m like an ugly duckling left behind by the beautiful swans.
It’s not like nobody approached me or something. Actually, a lot does and I’m not bragging or anything. I just like to take things slow. There’s no need to rush. I’ve also been to dates every here and then but there was no spark.
Hold your horses, people. You might assume I’m dreaming of a perfect sappy love story. And yuck, that’s not the case. I know perfectly well that reality is a bitch. That things like those doesn’t exist. I just want something real.
“Naomi, wait up! Hey” I heard someone yelling
Without looking, I immediately recognized his voice. The player, I mean my best friend.
“Hey, asher” I replied while rolling my eyes. He obviously had fun with some chick judging from his appearance. His brown hair was ruffled in a sexy way while his baby blue eyes looked absolutely captivating. His T- shirt was slightly hitched up revealing a glimpse of his wonderful body. And his signature smile would definitely swoon every girl with desire except me.
I’ve known the guy ever since we were kids. We’ve been inseparable and often times, people mistake me as his girlfriend. The truth is different of course. He’s more of a brother than a lover. We were walking now, on the way to our home. Suddenly, his phone was ringing. He looked at me and I urged him to answer it.
“Shit, Nami! I have to go! Coach needs me. I’m really sorry” he said
“It’s fine. I’m not a little girl. I can go home by myself” I replied
“Yeah, right? This is coming from a girl who still watches cartoon” he mocked me while smirking
“Shut up, I do not!” I feel my face redden because people beside us chuckled, probably heard what the bastard said because of his loud voice
“Fool me once, not happening.” He laughed
“Cut the crap will you? Just go player!” I countered. He was obviously having fun teasing me. It was part of our daily routine. We exchange playful words and annoy each other to no end.
“I know you’ll miss me, baby” He looked at me with serious eyes then quickly placed a kiss on my cheek. Then, ran off quickly before I can smack him. Sly jerk.
So, I was left all alone. I continued walking when the rain out of nowhere poured. Damn, luck.
I didn’t bring my umbrella with me so my only option was to run. I ran and ran until I saw someone. He was standing near the bridge. He was soaking wet but unlike me, he was in no rush to find shelter. He seems pretty comfortable being exposed to the rain.
I don’t know what came over me; I actually stopped in my tracks. I looked at him and notice he was facing the dark skies. His black hair was strikingly beautiful. But what caught my attention most was how fragile he looked, like anytime he would break. Quite ironic, when you see the built of his body ‘cause his wet shirt was clinging to it.
I was taken aback when he quickly turned. Our eyes met and I can’t help but notice the tiny droplets falling from his eyes. Was it from the rain or is he actually crying?
I ran again. I had to. His stare was so strong, I got scared.
I’ve never felt this way before. Weird. Must be the rain or all the running I did.
That explains the aching sensation from my chest.
What happened yesterday still occupies my thoughts. It sucks big time. What scares me the most is the fact that I might be turning to one of those “love at first sight” weirdo. Facepalm.
I gotta calm myself down and think rationally. But all I can think about is his face, the way he look so fragile yet strong at the same time. His beautiful eyes that seem to be seeing right through me. Shit shit shit. What the heck is happening to me? Double facepalm.
“Hey, Nami! Earth to nami!” Asher waves his hand to me snapping me out of my trance
“Uhh yes, I’m okay” I sighed. I was nowhere near okay. I was beginning to loathe myself for being such a freak that kept on thinking about some random stranger.
“You don’t exactly seem okay to me. You’ve been daydreaming all day!” he hissed
“Asher, I’m fine. Really. My head just feels a bit dizzy” I replied. Actually, I was feeling a little out of it as well. My head was starting to ache.
“I’ll bring you to the infirmary. You don’t look good. Come on”
“Okay” I muttered.
We walked in the infirmary in silence. As my bestfriend, he knows that I’m not in the mood to be talking. He held my hand protectively which reminds me of how we first met. He rescued me from kids who are bullying me. He ended up with bruises and cuts but still manages to smile at me. Since then, Asher became my protector.
“Sleep here. Don’t come back. I’ll explain everything to the teacher” He commanded
I just nodded and shut my eyes tight.
I was awakened by some kind of noise. I groaned. Who the hell interrupted my sleep? My vision was still hazy but I saw someone walking towards me. He placed a cooling gel in my head and I swear; I saw him sort of smiling. Or so I think. He looked really familiar. Really familiar
“Hey nami, Nami! Wake up” Asher voice echoed.
I opened my eyes and saw him grinning. Typical sight of him. I stretched, I felt quite refreshed.
“Are you okay now? Do you think you can attend the next class?” He asked
“Yes, I’m okay. Let’s go”
When we returned to the classroom, people were asking me if I was okay or something. I smiled and said nothing happened. All of a sudden, Mr Smith came into the room. He cleared his throat signalling us to shut up.
“Class, I have an announcement to make so settle down. We have a transfer student so please welcome him warmly. Come in, Mr Evans”
“This is Mr Daniel Evans, class. Treat him kindly”
The room erupted in uproar. Girls mutter how handsome he looks. Guys groan because they were expecting a chick or babe. My reaction on the other hand was a mixture of surprise and awe. My mouth was left hanging; surely fate was playing a cruel trick on me.
No shit Sherlock, it was none other than HIM.
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Author's Note:
So my apologies because my first story got deleted. Something happened and it's too long to explain. Anyway, I still dedicate my first chapter to "drejkahol" because she is my first follower. And she's such a sweet person who encourages me to write.
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