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

Chapter Fourteen- Don't

Chapter 14- Don't.

Needless to say, Emily and Liam were a shock to us all.

I think she may have wanted him to be a secret... but to hell with that right? She gave all of us hell for our boyfriends slash crushes slash whatever-the-heck-Nate-is-to-me. I think the big revelation went down a like this:

Me, at break the next day; "Oh my God! Guess what guys?"

Emily's eyes widened and she looked like she was about to hyperventilate- she knew what was coming for her. So she returned with this.

"Ria I swear to God if you even think about finishing that sentence I will end you."

Well I wasn't going to allow that, was I?

"Oh calm down Emily. Or we might have to call Liam over." Everyone else's attention was dead set on Emily then.

"Oh you little-" and with that, she lunged at me, smiling and giggling the whole time. It didn't take long for Chloe to pull her off me with Alex's help. I'm sure Tim would have helped, considering his mild dislike for Emily, but he and Caden were at some type of art meeting.

Once I was sure no one was trying to kill me, I proceeded to continue.

"Emily totally has something going on with Liam Ashgrove!" I shouted hiding behind Cassie as a barrier. "I'll use Cassie as a cuteness barrier against you ugliness." I said to Emily. She faked hurt in return whilst everyone laughed.

"No I don't!" She exploded suddenly. "Here, I'll even go get him and prove t to you." With that she stormed off.

"Liam Ashgrove... No way!" Chloe squealed, happy that she had something to hold over Emily's head in honour of payback for the hundreds of Caden-objectified-teasings. "This is too good."

"I never thought Emily would go for someone like that, but then again I guess she likes the challenge." Issy said thoughtfully.

Cassie said, "I never thought anyone was good enough to meet Emily's expectations." 

I think Alex might have just been a bit confused. "What about her blue eye addiction?"

I shook my head in response. "I don't know. I think it might have to do with what she calls his honey coated chocolate coloured irises."

"Hah, we'll see." Alex said amusedly.

But by that time, Emily was already stomping back, leading Liam by the arm.

"Okay," She said to Liam, giving us a hard glare at the same time. "These stupid girls," she glanced at us guiltily. "Okay maybe not stupid, think that we have a thing going on." She finally finished the small frustrated rant.

Liam stood still for a moment, head cocked to the side as if thinking something over.

"Well..." He trailed off, "If your friends think so."

Then using the hand encasing Emily's, he pulled her close and brought their heads together, lips connecting in a sweet kiss.

Pish no, this isn't a Disney film. He kissed her full on and, well lets just say they got really into it. And that is all I'm saying. I will not divulge into my best friend's love life.

Regardless, once they had finished eating each other, they rested their foreheads against each other's. It looked sickly cute and I feel like throwing up just thinking about it. So don't make me, I beg you.

Once they had collected enough oxygen in their lungs, Emily looked at us.

"Well I guess that answers that question." She stated, and sat down pulling Liam with her.

-

It was a Wednesday, and that means tutoring time. But I guess Nate had other ideas.

"Ria lets go for a walk." I nodded my consent and headed after him, secretly admiring the beanie he had on over his ears, it just looked so cute.

We headed to the park a few streets down from the library, small talking about mindless things. I guess the conversation didn't really start 'till we sat on the park bench.

He made the most clichéd move ever; tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I hate clichés. Why am I not telling him off? Why do I lean my head into his warm palm on my check, looking at him and waiting for him to reveal the purpose of this seemingly unconscious movement, but I know better, we do not live in a fairytale, I know that from Emily and Hannah. There never will be my Prince Charming, just seemingly dysfunctional relationships that I will both love and detest. God all this is such hard work. Finally, after staring into my eyes for what seemed the longest of time, he pulled me into a hug.

I squirmed. I hate hugs, and he knew it.

"Stop moving," he quietly admonished, "I'm trying to create a sentimental moment here." I scoffed at that. "Hey it's true!" he defended himself pulling back slightly to look at me but still keeping his arms securely around me.

"Okay Nate. We know that's so not going to happen." I pinched his cheek and he glared at me playfully, finally letting me go.    

"Well then, I probably shouldn't do this." He leaned his head closer and closer, and I found myself staring into the depthless blue of his eyes.

Suddenly I felt hands brush my side and I instantly reacted, twisting away and severing the connection.

"No! Nathaniel Samilton if you-" I was cut off by his hands attacking my side again and could no longer contain my laughter as I slid slowly down the park bench in a futile effort to get away.

I'm pretty sure he meant for that to happen because I was pretty much in his lap by the end of things. Typical boy.

He then brushed his lips against my forehead and helped me into seating position.

Why is it I automatically shift closer to him? Lean forward? ...Obviously Emily has invaded my body.

But then again, if Emily had invaded my body, I'm sure we'd be heavily making out now.

"Come on, I think our tutoring session is up." I say after a few semi-awkward moments. Oh the joys of a high-school relationship. I wonder if I'm going to laugh when I look back at this moment. I have a feeling I might.

It was twilight by the time we left, and it had gotten colder. So to reserve heat we moved closer together, sides occasionally brushing as we walked and talked. The walk was short and refreshing, a time to free my mind.

"Bye Mistletoe." He said softly

"What? Why did you call me a Christmas decoration?" I exclaimed, surprised to no end.   

He hummed. "There is more meanings to the plant than Christmas decorations, dear."

"Yeah, right, fine." I said, already resigning myself to accept this new quirk. After awhile, I said, "Bye Anemone." He chuckled.

"I won't even try."

"No you shouldn't, Anemone." With that, I stroked the side of his face once, condescendingly, then patted him on the shoulder and walked away, allowing the trees to block me from his view. When I was out of earshot I whispered, "You will love him to ruins," a quote Emily once told me, and continued walking.