18 Definitions Of Playful

10- Rain

The rest of the day passed really quickly. During literature I didn't glance at Xander's seat at all even though I was tempted to most of the time. I wanted to know wether he was looking my way or not. You know that feeling you get when you feel like someone's watching you? I had that feeling all throughout the class. But for all I know it could be one of the remaining 25 other students in that classroom.

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As I made my way towards the schools front doors I made sure to thank my dad in my head for having my car fixed. It works as good as new and it really comes in handy during days like this, rainy ones.

I ran in the pouring rain and shut my cars door as soon as I found myself in the comfort of the drivers seat. The engine came alive as I twisted the keys in the ignition.

The ride home was a quiet one due to me not turning the radio on. I like the sound that the raindrops make when they hit the roof of my car. It's relaxing.

There weren't many cars in the streets and the sidewalks were almost empty so it wasn't hard for me to detect the brown colored shirt and boots Xander was wearing.

He was there in the pouring rain. Walking with his head upwards towards the sky.

Alone.

The ring filled hands were in his jeans pockets and his steps were at a slow pace. I slowed down at the sight of him. It isn't that cold today, actually the weather is kinda neutral even though it is raining cats and dogs.

I turned my stare back at him. What got him wondering in the streets in the pouring rain? Maybe his car broke down or maybe he didn't even take his car to school today. There are many things that could have gone wrong that left him this way. Yet he could have called someone to pick him up.

But what if he doesn't have someone to call? My heart clenched at that thought.  Was he all alone?

Yet again, couldn't he have called a cab? I shook my head, he may not have a penny on him and I'm sitting here in the comfort of my car while he's there in the pouring rain. I hate his guts right now, and what angers me even more it's the fact that I have absolutely no valid reason to hate him. He has done nothing, literally nothing. And we are nothing, absolutely nothing. So why am I even upset because of anything he does or doesn't do? He can do whatever he wants, I don't care about it. Simple as that.

I parked my car quickly nearby and got out with that thought still in my head. I opened the extra umbrella that I always leave in my car and made my way towards him. What the heck am I even going to say to him?

"Hey!" I called out without thinking it through. "Do you need a ride?"

He stopped in his track, his head coming down from the sky, and slowly turned around to face me.

His clothes were soaked and they were sticking to his body bringing out the fact that he was in a fine shape. That curly hair had straightened out because of how wet it was and it was now, instead of up in the usual messy quiff, all over Xander's forehead. As much as I don't want to admit it, all of the above didn't make him look less good looking, in fact it made him look twice hotter.

I turned my gaze to the ground immediately after realizing I had been caught checking him out. I heard my cheeks heat up and then a loud laugh came out of his mouth. He made his way towards me until I saw those brown boots right in front of my white converse. 

The green eyed boy put a finger under my chin and lifted my head up. Xander's eyes started into mine for no more than 3 seconds but it was enough for me to blush even harder, if possible. He still had a finger under my chin so I couldn't lower my head again.

He muttered something through gritted teeth while his gaze still held mine but I didn't quite hear it.

The tattoo covered hand let go of my chin and went to take out the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. Those green orbs still in contact with mine, and I being the loser I am, couldn't bring myself to break the contact first. They had allured me too deeply.

Then, only after having sensed the rain hit his hand he had put them back in.

"You know Rachel. No matter how bad you want it, no matter how much you crave it, you can't smoke in the rain." He said to me, his voice deep and powerful. I stood mute as I watched the rain pour down on him making the water in his hair fall down onto his face, and then, slowly, roll down his neck. This time he broke the eye contact. Xander lifted his head up towards the sky again, just like he was previously doing when I first found him. It was such a marvelous sight, the rain pouring down on his sharp features.

"And that's one thing I love about rain." That accented voice let out. I could see his Adam's apple move as he talked. His head came down to look at me again before taking a deep breath. I guess the hair all over his forehead was starting to bother him because he flipped it over with a swift movement. There was one single strand left though and I reached out to put it away as well.

I had done it instinctively, not having thought about it at all. Having realized my action I pulled my hand away and took a step backwards in embarrassment. My cheeks, having no time to rest, heated up again.

"So do you need a car ride or not?" I asked again, this time loud and clear. Trying to at least act a little confident, maybe to cover up the fact that his presence made me want to crawl in the corner and burry my head in my hands.

He looked at me with amusement in his  eyes and a slight smirk came into his face. "Yeah, I'd love a car ride" he finally replied.

I nodded and started walking towards my car without a word.

A hand stopped me.

Xander had his grip on my waist, his touch although demanding enough for me to not move, felt yet so soft on my body.

"Why don't you shut that umbrella and feel the rain for a moment. You could, perhaps, find it enjoyable."

Goosebumps rose all over my body. His hot breath had hit my ear all though his talk. The little drops of water falling from his hair had hit the back of my neck making me shiver.

He was so close. Too close.

I had been this close with others. Yet nothing, nothing, had ever felt so intimate to me. My mouth was ajar, ready for the words to come out but none did. I felt his left hand grab mine that was holding the umbrella, slowly pushing it down to expose me out of the plastic materials dry comfort. Surprisingly, I was finding comfort in his hand over mine more than the comfort the umbrella provided, it was so soft. Too soft for a guy like him.

The first rain drop to hit my face was like a bucket of water thrown on it. I tightened my grip on the umbrella and took a few steps forward, disconnecting myself from the comfort of his cold, moist hand. My body immediately wanting it back. Get yourself together Rachel!

"N-no. I-I'm good." I said in a shaky voice.

He nodded but I could see the smirk on his face clear as day. He knew the effect he had on me, and I, couldn't deny it.

Chapter 10!!! Don't you guys love me for this one? I totally enjoyed writing this one more than any other. It's just so ughh. Anyways hope you like it and don't forget to tell me your thoughts. Thank you for the 300+ reads.

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