Broken Until Him

Chapter 22 ~ Curiosity

'Curiosity is innate to the human nature. We all have this desire to learn about something or someone. But it's our choice to hide it or to let it lead our lives.

Curious people must be prepared to hear the naked truth, which might be something they wish they would have never asked for.

I've never been curious about people's lives, because I'm afraid of what I might discover. I know I'm not ready to hear the truth.

Most people will choose to believe a lie whether than the truth : a lie may be hurtful but the truth is devastating, and all of us are not ready to be broken.'

"You're sure you don't want my help?" Nathan asks me for the fourth time today.

We were walking towards the school's parking after our first day back to school.

"No, it's fine. I already asked her to pick me up anyway," I shrug.

"Yeah but you can still cancel. I'm sure she won't mind," he says and I nudge him.

"First, I won't cancel since I'm pretty sure she's already waiting for me. And second, you know exactly why I didn't ask for your help," I tell him and he laughs.

"Come on, I would have behaved! Plus I'm a great teacher, you will pass all your math tests with me," Nathan tries to convince me in vain.

"Who said that?" I ask, trying to refrain my laughter.

"Me!" He exclaims, and I burst out laughing.

"Then we both know it might not be true," I retort, my words making him pout and I just want to kiss him. "Nina graduated two years ago, I'm sure she can help me for tomorrow's math test. And she's the one who offered to help me, I couldn't turn her offer down."

"Okay..." he says and kisses me softly.

I immediately feel people's eyes on us. It has been like this the whole day. Each time Nathan would touch me, people - especially girls - would stare or even glare at us.

"People are-" I start and begin to pull away.

"I don't care," he retorts and takes my face to prolong our kiss.

His lips dismiss my anxiety and I'm lost in his arms. I love this, the fact he just has to touch me and I forget all my worries. He's the only one who's able to give me the peacefulness I need.

When we finally pull away, I notice a girl from the back of the parking staring at us.

"Twelve," I state, and Nathan follows my gaze.

Considering the amount of attention we received today, I sort of invented a little game. I counted the number of girl glaring at me for being Nathan's girlfriend, which only stirred up my jealousy. I know it's twisted but I can't help it.

"What? No, she isn't even looking at us," he tries to dismiss my insecurities.

"You said that for the eleven others," I say and he lifts up my chin until I'm lost in his light brown eyes.

"I don't care about any of those girls. The only one I want to look at is you," he says, and my heart melts for the hundredth time since I'm with him.

From the corner of my eyes, I see the girl walking toward the soccer field. Now that she's closer, I can tell that I already saw her somewhere. But I can't remember who she is or where I saw her.

She stops when she reaches a tall blond guy, that I recognize instantly. Aaron is facing her, but he keeps glancing at Nathan and me.

"Should I count guys as well?" I ask and Nathan turns to look at Aaron.