For Him.

Chapter Two

Sunday morning I got up early to go to church. I put on a sunday dress, put my hair up in a pony tail and put on light make up. Every sunday we went to church with the James'. That was sort of tradition and as usual, the kids sit down together and same goes to the parents. This sunday, I felt like it was going to be different. As I walked out of our house followed by my sister Cordelia, I turned to look at the James' residence. Just in time, the twins were out too and my eyes landed on Nate. He was slightly limping and was holding unto Theo's shoulder for support. He must've noticed me looking at him because he turned to us. He gave us a simple wave but before I could wave back, Cordelia was waving back already. He smiled at her and hopped in their car.

At church, we arrived first since the James' family car were nowhere to be found. We took our seats inside and A few moments later, before the service starts, the James' arrived on time and they took their usual seat behind us. Unluckily, Nate was the last one to sit and it turned out there was no more space for him. He noticed that there was a small space beside me and he sat there instead.

"Hey, Pie." He whispered in my ear. I felt his warm breath on my temple just as he said it. Pie was the nickname given to me by the twins back when we were kids. They brought it up until now which was sort of annoying because my cousins sometimes teased me about it but nevertheless, it gave me some kind of satisfation because when Nate said it, it just blew my mind. As cliché as it may sound but bloody hell my heart was pacing. It was beating so fast I feel like I couldn't breathe all of a sudden. He was the only one who had this effect on me.

It all started a few months ago, when we- Theo, Nate, and I- went clubbing on a friday night. As silly as it may sound, It was my first time. At first I didn't like the idea of clubbing but when I finally experienced it, I warmed up to it. I drank tequila for the first time, and as crazy as it may seem, I didn't care how many shots I took. The shots just kept on coming until my head started to feel light and I was getting all dizzy. I was dancing on the dance floor with some girls I just met that night (I don't remember who they were) and the place was just lit. I was having the time of my life until a stranger gripped my waist and started grinding on me. I wasn't in my right state of mind but I went with flow of the stranger and continued to dance. That is- until- he started snaking his hand down my thigh and under my skin-tight dress. I slapped his hand and shoved him away, he started to advance on me and trust me when I say I was so ready to take him on and finally get my taekwondo lessons into use until Nate came out of nowhere and punched the daylights out of him. He stumbled on the floor and struggled to get back up. As he got back up and advance to Nate, I interfered by kicking him in the groin and punched him square on the face. I grabbed Nate by the arm and took him out of the club. When we got out, everything went black from then on. I didn't remember because from what Nate said to me, I fainted. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing which took me by surprise and made me fall out of bed and crashing into a hard sturdy chest. The person I fell unto let out a groan and when I looked up, I saw Nate with a pained expression on his face and then it clicked. Everything clicked. The moment I saw his eyes open and revealing those brown iris' of his, even though I had a throbbing headache, everything seemed to be at ease. I looked at my right hand only to see it intertwined with his left. After that incident, he told me that last night I didn't want him to leave and that I didn't want to let go of his hand. That story just made my feelings for him go out into the surface and it was pretty clear in that moment, despite my bad hangover, that I liked him as more than a bestfriend.

And I thought It didn't matter before. I underestimated the feeling until the sudden revelation 2 nights ago. Which was making things worse.

Before I could say Hi back, the bell started to ring stating that the mass was about to start. We all stood up and held each others hands to pray. I was anticipating to hold Nate's hand, and when we did, he intertwined our fingers together unlike the normal hand holding style. I swear, every inch of hair on my skin were standing up. I was mentally screaming for joy and I wanted to slap myself right there and then. I was supposed to be focusing on the Lord! So I took my mind off of Nate and prayed. Really hard. And when the prayer ended, I was beyond surprised when Nate didn't let go of my hand. I initiated to let go but he held on.