Pill Popper {Book One}

Pill Popper { Nine }

{Chapter Nine}

Sam

      KISSING IS A weird way to show affection. When you think about it, it's like; 'Hey, I like you. Let me eat your mouth.'

      But when you are actually doing it, its amazing. It feels right. And you know for a fact its right when you get the butterflies in your belly.

      So when Zane Fields kissed me in his little 2000 Honda Civic, pulled over on the side of the road, I knew it was right. Because I got the butterflies.

      At first I was to shocked to do anything. I was stunned at the fact that a boy was kissing me. No one found me interesting enough to even talk to me, let alone kiss me. It was such a foreign feeling, to be wanted like that.

       Zane ran his hand through my hair, slowly, as the kiss deepened and my heart rate quickened. I was beginning to relax and lean in closer to him, with his other hand resting on my side. It felt so right.

      Then he stopped. We both pulled away and I stared into his eyes, and then I realized how hazel they were. He cracked a small smile and his eyes shimmered with flecks of gold.

      "I'm sorry," He closed his eyes as he whispered and let out a soft breath.

      I began to gnaw on the inside of my cheek. "Don't be," I said, my voice barley audible.

      Zane opened his eyes and stared into mine. It was so quiet in his little car. It was almost like he and I were alone in another universe. A universe that was ours.

      "Sam." He broke the comfortable silence. Then his bit his lower lip.

      I raised a brow. "What is it?"

      "I..."

      I could feel my heart rate began to speed up. I could feel it beat against the wall of my chest; I thought it was going to burst right out.

      "I like you." He finished. "A lot..."

      I knew what he meant. A sense of panic and relief washed over me at the same time. Panic because I didn't want to ever get rid of the warm feeling in my chest; relief because I realized I had felt the same.

      I opened my mouth to speak , but with the amount of shock I had, I wad silent.

      Which is probably the worst thing you could do in that sort of situation.

      Zane's hazel green eyes tore away from my ice blue ones, and he forced a smile. Forced because his eyes didn't light up they way they normally do when he smiles. "It's okay, Sammy. It's okay if you don't feel the same way."

      My eyes grew wide and I was soon in a struggle to spit out a simple 'no'.

      "No! I do!" I cleared my throat and calmed the pathetic urgency in my tone. "I, I feel the same way."

      My cheeks were so red.

      Again, Zane's eyes met mine. His expression was between shocked and disbelief. "You do?"

      I nodded as I began to tug on my bottom lip nervously. "Yeah, I do." How could I not? He's kind, sweet, intelligent. He got to know me when everyone else wouldn't. 

      He grinned as he slowly raised his hand to brush a few stray hairs out of my face. My breath caught in my throat. "Really?" I nodded quickly, Zane's smile grew wider as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. He chuckled, "I have been wanting to hear you say that..."

      I smiled and let out a soft, girly giggle. 

      "I'm not usually the bold one." Zane began. "But, Sam. I really do like you. And I don't really want, you know, to rush things." I knew where he was going with this. At least I hoped I knew. "I, I just... I want you to be mine. Officially."

      I swallowed and took in a deep breath. He wanted to make things official. "Officially?"

      He nodded. "I know this is quick, and I know you may feel like I am a stranger but I really want you to be mine. Will you?"

      I stared into those deep hazel eyes of his. Oh, how captivating they were. Such a perfect shade of green with soft flecks of gold. I gave a soft smile and gently touched his cheek. "Of course, Zane." 

      Zane's smile grew wider, and he let out a soft laugh. "You don't know how happy you just made me." Before I could respond, his hand gently grabbed the back of my neck and my lips crashed against his.

      And in that moment, I knew that Zane Fields was brought into my life for a reason. Not by chance, but by reason. He was supposed to be here, with me.

      He was going to save me.

      Or at least help me save myself. I know I cannot just depend on a 17 year old boy to totally erase my problems. That is unrealistic, and totally unfair on Zane's behalf. However, I know now that I will not be alone. For the first time in a long while I have someone who I could confide in. Zane proved to me he cared for my well being when he threw out the bottle of pills. 

      He wouldn't let me fall.  He was holding out his hand for me, and I was going to take it.