How are you supposed to tell someone that you like them; a lot without sounding like an idiot. It's bad enough that Zach and I have had our 'differences' during the course of the entire school year, but to run out of the other party's house when they try to contact their lips to yours is just madness. No wonder everyone thinks I'm crazy.
'Why the hell would you run out of his frickin' house if you wanted to kiss him?'
That's the thing, I didn't know why, and I still don't know why while walking up to Zach's strong oak front door. The door was mocking me, and staring at it just reminded me of Ali, Marisa, and Kye, no one which could understand why I continue to make a huge ass of myself- there must be something psychologically wrong with me. I had invited the girls round for a mental battering the previous night as I clearly couldn't be held responsible for my own life choices. We put my brother to bed and then sat down to watch 'Me Before You' and I couldn't keep my shit together. We sat there crying our eyes out a full ten minutes after the end of the film.
We got all our emotions out in those ten minutes filled with silent sobs, each of us knew of the other girls secret and yet no one wanted to be the first one to break. I just couldn't keep it in any longer and blurted out my feelings about everything between Zach and me, and afterward, the girls talked about their teenage drama. Ali with her boy toy, Jimmy, she just couldn't stop messing with the poor boy. Jimmy was one of the mathletes in our school, however, he didn't look half as bad as the rest of the team. Girls were all over him most of the time and I guess that's what caught Ali's eye, which just shows how far the right amount of hair gel, and soap and water could get you. Ali thought she could just flirt with him no strings attached... well that's what she thought, not what she did.
Ali had this huge connection with him, especially because she was crazy good at maths, she kept it at bay thinking no one would notice, but everyone already knew and no one was judging her for it.
'I don't know, like he's so hot, but in a whatever way, you know.'
I hated when Ali talked like this to everyone, it was the most annoying voice ever and I know it wasn't her real voice because in maths class she's too engrossed with the subject to even think about popularity.
I taped on the strong oak door as lightly as I could, probably to prevent the humiliation I had to face. In a matter of seconds, I stood face to face with Zach's superiors his father, and his mother. I was hoping that Zach would open the door, but I had run out of luck a long time ago. As I watched their faces full of concern and their mouths moving, I could only think about what they where thinking.
'Probably why is this bitch still here? Is she going to cause our son even more pain? Isn't it bad enough that she hospitalized him?'
They stopped talking and I realised that I had not actually opened my mouth to say something, like a greeting of some sort. I was in my own spiral, condemning myself for being so rude and suddenly all communications stopped on there end. They had asked me something, and I did not listen.
'Huh? Ummmm.... Huh?'
'I asked if you would like to have dinner with us sweetie?'
Zach's mother's beauty was always one I had admired, from her light caramel skin to her curvy and full-body, it astounded me. She didn't look a day older than 25 and knowing Zach's age I knew that had to be incorrect, her makeup was always kept to a minimum however tonight she had a bold red lip on.
At that, I point I was glad Zach had finally come to the door so I didn't have to debate my answer with Zach's mum, or answer it as a matter of fact,
'What's all the commotion about?'
Zach came outside to join his family with a suit that accentuated every feature of his body, damn he looked good, however, his muscles tensed when he saw me, and I just didn't know what to think of it. It only dawned on me that they must be having a formal dinner when I saw Zach in his beige suit, he wore a light blue shirt underneath and a dark blue pocket square, his shoes were a black with a shine finish which matched the thin belt he also wore.
I realized that his mother and father were dressed in the most formal fashion too. His father wore a white and black tuxedo with shoes brighter than my future. His mother looked beautiful as always with her black floor length dress, the top part had a lace design which a had a beautiful circular neckline, the bottom half looked to be made out of satin, but was probably silk knowing the money they had. To summarize they all looked like a billion dollars each, and what was I wearing? Jeans and ugg boots.
'Jo, what are you doing here?'
Zach finally spoke to me directly and all I could think about was don't run away. Don't move your feet one inch, just look into his eyes, and focus on him. Did I listen?
No!
I was running to my car but something stopped me, a hand stopped me, his hand stopped me. Zach's deep voice came out a whisper, but I could still feel the vibrations on my back and it felt so calming, so soothing and like everything magical just went through my entire body. Whenever he touched me it always felt like I was going to poop out rainbow hershey kisses. No lie I would actually eat my poop if I did- don't judge me, you would too.
'Not again, don't run away from me again. Don't hide your feelings from me, again.'
At that moment I just had to state my true feelings, I couldn't stop myself. If I didn't say it then I would never say it. I turned around looked into his eyes and said,
'I like you, a lot. I can't stop myself and it's pissing me off. I am strong, I've been through so much and I have learned how to switch emotions off, but I can't turn away from you. I wish I could, it could make things so much easier for me.'
His intense stare was too much, so I turned around and grabbed my car door handle, I continued,
'It doesn't matter if you don't like me back. I just need to say-'
Just like that, his lips were on mine.
2 years later and I'm reading this story again because I've forgotten it. I will finish this story during quarantine and make it something worth reading. Thank you for those that continue to read it even when though I am TERRIBLE at updating. I appreciate you xx
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