Blown by the Wind -Fairytales, Book 1 [ON HOLD]

Chapter Four- What Drives Girls To Put Their Number On The Picnic Tables

Chapter 4- What Drives Girls To Put Their Number On The Picnic Tables

Let's see how POV's work

Ria's POV

This carried on for some time. We met in the afternoons, ignored each other in school. To the unsuspecting eye, nothing was different or changing, and we wanted it that way. The world was clueless, I got my shopping money, and he got portrayed as smart. Everyone was happy.

But neither of us could deny that deep down we wanted to connect, or at least I did, and not in that superficial girly way. But I wanted a deeper connection- one that would last.

I don't know if I wanted the connection to be with anyone specific, and I definitely did not have hopes or wishes for Nathaniel to be the one, but it just happened to be that way. Anyway, we're a bit ahead of ourselves, aren't we?

Nate's POV

One study with Ria noteworthy, I guess, the moment that set it all in motion. Maybe it was because I'm a teenage male; maybe it was just the amount of time I spent with her; or maybe it was my need to experience and discover the unknown; this came in the form of Ria Amari.

It happened while we were doing Math, and was such a simple thing, so unexpected. I started to look at her a bit differently. I started to notice the way she tucked her hair behind the right ear whilst untucking the left, the way she crouches intently over her exercise book when she's got something. The way she chews and rolls pen ends between her lips. In that moment, I wanted to understand her, know her. Curiosity overtook me. That old saying about Curiosity killing the cat? Definitely not in my case. It brought me closer, so much closer to that light where everyone wants be at some point in his or her life.

I tried really hard to shake off the uneasy, unknown feeling that took root in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to be attracted to her, I had so many things going on and Dustin oh no, I was not abandoning Dustin for a girl. But I couldn't help it. She was unique. Had depth. And she has the resolve and compassion to hang with that friend of hers. I really do admire her for that.

I bumped into her once. The friend, I mean. Of course I didn't pay much attention to her then. I think if we didn't pity her we ignored her or viewed her as a retard and not worth our time at all. She gave me this really dark look and stomped off to her next class, which we happened to have together. Thinking about it, I really don't know what led us to believe she was completely impaired, I mean, she was in the smart class for crying out loud! I think she did better than the rest of us, personally.

But that's about to change. With Ria's help I can have everything I want. If Dustin can't overcome his demons and achieve his dreams yet, then I will try my darn hardest to in his memory. I know how that sounds, but he's not dead or anything, just different. From the outside, my life my look ideal and lovely, but its really not; there are more things in the fabric of my existence than being the 'hot, popular, rich guy from Brittan'. I mean, yeah, I try hard to put up a good front, be who everyone expects me to be: I'll eat, talk, dress and act like Nate Samilton. But in reality that's not who I am, not really, I just haven't figured out who I am deep down either. So for now I'll just be him. The point is, there is a deeper dimension to me that not many realise is there.

I suppose this is true for most of us, but it may come as a shock from me, I'd suspect. My old friends back in Brittan were nothing like over here. Over there we were all smart, funny, British and all the girls could be accounted for cute. I was just a faceless other. I miss them. Over here in Australia it's so different. I was foreign, new, loaded and good looking- all the perfect combination for popularity and success.

My new friends we shallow, to say the least. I wanted Ashton and Josh back, so badly. Conner and Callum just weren't enough. If it wasn't for Dustin's need that pushed us to move, I would have turned and got a plane ticket straight away. But I couldn't just leave him here, basically alone. I'm not that heartless, however it may seem.

Once its time to leave I gently laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you so much for doing this for me." I say.

"No its okay, extra revision time and I'm getting paid for it." She smiles at me, full of confidence- I'm so happy she can, I don't think I can another person I care about having some complication. And I am, you know, starting to care for her.

"I can walk you to where you're headed?"

"Uh, yeah sure." She says this nervously. "Just to Eye" which is the administrative building, I think- everyone important is stationed there. That's a two-minute walk. And to be completely honest, I only wanted to do it so I could have an excuse to look at her longer.

Ria's POV

I think I finally understand what drives a girl to publically broadcast her number on the picnic table under his name. He has a sort of venerable sweet side that he shows you that could just get your wall cracking. But I won't. I'm strong. Besides, I don't need that collateral damage on the second last year of school. As my parents say, 'Time for study in order to put your worth on paper.' And I guess they know what they're talking about.

So I will not fall into his shimmery web of lies. I will resist.