Crushed

Chapter 8

The day of the movie I was shaking with anticipation. I had told my mom that I was going to a movie with my friends, and that we were meeting at school, and walking over. Thankfully, she believed me, and didn't ask questions. I started getting ready right after lunch. I chose to wear a fitted orange hollister t-shirt, and a pair of dark wash jeans. I have to say, I looked pretty good. I couldn't believe this was really happening! I did my hair in a waterfall braid, and left the rest down. I left my house at 2:45, and made sure to take my phone with me. When I arrived, he was waiting there for me with a sweet smile on his face, and the tickets in his hand. He looked handsome in his blue NYC hoodie, and his faded jeans. I felt a his wonderful gaze on my eyes, lips, arms, body, and legs. I felt a wave of shivers wash over my body, and a tingle run down my spine. We met under the tree, and his hand grazed my shoulder. "I guess we should go..." He said, taking a step towards me, and motioning towards the sidewalk. "I guess." I responded. We started off towards the theatre without another word. We walked in comfortable silence until we got to the first cross walk. "Bella, is it okay if I call you Bell?" He asked. "Only when we're alone." I responded. He smirked, as if I had just told a joke, "Deal" He agreed. I smiled at my feet, and looked back up at him. He was looking at the light, waiting patiently for it to change, to allow us to cross. My eyes were fixed on his hair, which seemed to be gelled even more perfectly than usual. His light blond hair melded wonderfully with the gold and light brown layers underneath. His soft cheeks glowed in the bright sun, and his jawline was more defined than ever. Alex had never been so handsome. He looked to me with his frosty blue eyes, and I immediately felt queasy. I looked at the light, and realised it had finally turned green. I took a step onto the road, and he stepped with me. We got across the road together, and we were almost there. He held the door open for me when we arrived, and led me through the crowded waiting room. We got a large popcorn to share, and a bag of skittles. We sat next to each other in the perfect movie seats, and watched the previews in complete silence. I pulled out my phone, checked my texts (all none on them), and turned it off completely. I was more then ready for this movie to start, if anything, I was anxious.

About half way through the movie, Alex tried to make a move. He did the whole 'yawn and wrap the present' thing on me. I rested my head on his left shoulder as consent. His arm draped over my neck, and his hand rested on my left arm. His arm moulded to my shoulders perfectly, and his hand was soft, warm, and slender. I felt another shiver down my spine, and sank deeper into my seat. I was more focused on him than I was the movie. I glanced up at him, but he was entranced in the movie. I reached for the popcorn, and our hands met. I instinctively pulled away sharply, but I immediately wished I hadn't. He looked at me, and I could see the surprise on his face, but I turned back to the screen, trying to ignore it. I could feel my face going red, but decided it best to play it off, it didn't really work. A couple of seconds later, I tried for the popcorn again. This time I was successful. The buttery starch melted in my mouth, and crunched when I chewed. I decided to go for the skittles this time, which were in the cup holder between us. I grabbed a handful, and popped a couple into my mouth. Mmm... Lemon. I relaxed my shoulders, and my let arms melt into my lap. This moment couldn't be better. Except for maybe- no, what was I thinking, he would never- I've never- No. My mind was racing. I couldn't even finish a sentence in my head. I guess I kind of wished for him to... make the next move. But I couldn't- I just- I had to let him, and he never did.

Despite never going past him wrapping his arm around me (awesome by the way) I was still pleased with the date. He was the perfect gentleman, nothing like he is with the rest of his friends, but I guess that might be better for our little secret. The very secret I had to keep from Julie, the secret I had to keep from my parents, the secret I had to keep from the entire school, and especially from Anne. This secret could end terribly if told to the wrong person.