NOAHS POV:
I don't know what I'm doing. I'm letting myself fall for her, but it's like I can't do anything about it. She has complete control over me, and when I'm around her, I can't help but to hug her or some form of touch.
I know that if she falls for me, I'm not going to be able to give her the public relationship that she might want. If any of the seniors find out that I like a sophomore, there is no telling what they would do to me. Even though most, but not all, but most, are scared of me. Which I can't seem to figure out. I am sort of muscular, and I'm the senior basketball star. No biggie.
Back to Bree. Yesterday, I told her that I liked her. She seemed sort of confused at first, but then she hit reality I guess. She said that she liked me too, and then she went home. I guess it was sort of an awkward conversation.
You know what's funny? It feels like Bree is helping me get through the death of my little sister. That has been hell for me. There's no telling how many nights I've cried myself to sleep. Not only because of Courtney, but also my mothers depression. I feel as if I'm never going to see the same woman I seen last week. I feel as if she's lost somewhere and she can't get out. I miss my mom so much right now, and I really need her. Bree mentioned that she spoke to my mom and that she was doing better than she thought. That surprised me a little at first, but then I seen mom smile a couple of times and if made me feel better.
Right now, I'm laying in my room. Bored out of my living mind. I'm instantly pulling out my phone and dialing Bree's number.
"Hello?" Her light voice answered the phone.
"Hey, come over." I groaned, she understands how lonely I am with just mom and I don't have to go to school until this Monday. So, she's pretty much the only person I have right now because everyone else is at school.
"I'll ask if my mom can take me over there. She may say no because she's tired, but I'll still ask." She lightly giggles, making the sun shine a little bit brighter.
What the fuck has this girl done to me?
"Hold on." She says, and I wait for her to come back.
"Mom said she would, just give me about thirty minutes." She said, I already knew she was going to get ready.
"You don't have to dress to to come see me babe." I didn't even realize what I just called her.
I could tell she was smiling, "yes I do, see you in a bit." Those were her final words before hanging up.
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Whenever she arrived, she looked incredible. We'll, she just had shorts and a t shirt on, but still incredibly beautiful.
I loved the way she smiles at me whenever she first sees me. It makes me feel happy, and hope that one day I can see that smile everyday, every second, every morning- okay I really need to stop with this lovey dovey thing.
"What have you been doing?" She plops onto my bed.
"The usual." I laughed, she instantly knew what I was talking about.
"We should go out to a movie or something." I said looking at her, she had to say yes.
She tucked a piece of light brown hair behind her ears. Her hair was close to dirty blonde.
"Are you forgetting something?" She asked, she rubbed her eyes.
What does she mean?
"What? No?" I say in confusion.
"The rule, Noah." She rolls her eyes at me. She hates that fucking rule. I do too, to be honest.
"We could go to a different town. Nobody that we knew would be there." I kissed her forehead, something that makes her go crazy. She leaned up and plopped onto my stomach.
I groaned at first, but then I wrapped my arms around her. I liked this position we were in.
"What movie?" She asked, whispering random things into my ear.
"It doesn't matter. We won't be watching it anyways." I roll over to where I was the one on top of her. She laughed at my corny remark and kissed my nose.
Here I go, letting myself fall even harder for this girl.
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Breaking The Rules
RomanceNoah Allen, I could go on all day about him and all of his perfections. Unfortunately, he doesn't even know my first name. Other than the fact that I'm best friends with his sister, I'm just another piece of sand in the ocean. At my HighSchool, It's...