Breaking The Rules

Chpt. 34

I walked outside when Noah arrived, and hopped into his familiar car. I made no intention to greet him, or smile.

I tried not to look at him, but he was making it quite hard with his kakis. Seriously, can he please stop wearing those, or I'm going to have a heart attack. He only wore them because he knows I love them. Prick.

"You look nice." I managed to say, not smiling. He doesn't deserve my smile, better yet, he doesn't deserve anything from me. He didn't deserve my virginity, and I was stupid for giving it up to someone that doesn't love me as much as I love them. I made the worst mistake that day, and if I could go back, I would definitely change it.

"You do too." He fixed the messed up collar, and smiled at me. Why is he doing that. Why is he smiling at me. Can he stop.

He was acting like everything was okay, and that nothing happened. He may be able to pretend, but I sure can't. Lord knows I can't, eve

"Listen, can we just- get along?" He looked at me with those blue freaking eyes that I love, "just for tonight"

"Just for tonight? So you're saying it's okay to hate each other tomorrow?" I asked, trying not to smile. I can do this.

"I've never hated you, and I never will.."

Those were the last words that were said before we arrived at a local dinner.

I find it funny how we couldn't eat in our hometown.

But, he was trying his best. I could tell he was nervous, and I find it oddly cute.

He's oddly cute. I need to stop thinking these type of things if we are going to be just friends.
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"I missed you." He said to me moments later after we ordered our food. I hate that he is being so sweet to me, it's only making it harder for me to hate him, but part of me wanted to slap him for saying that to me. He's messing with my feelings, and I'm about tired of it.

"No you didn't." I said, sipping on my drink. He didn't say anything after that. I didn't expect him to.

"I missed you too, Noah." I had to, I had to say it. I looked at him, and a soon as he looked at me, I turned away.

From the corner of my eye, I could see him blushing. That was a first. I've never made him blush, and I liked it.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, his hand was getting closer to mine by the second.

"Whatever friends talk about." I emphasized friends and he looked taken aback. I regretted saying that as soon as it came out of my mouth. I should stop. No, actually, I should keep speaking my mind.

"Sh*t.." He turned his way from the entrance doorway. A group of seniors piled in, what the heck are they doing here?

This isn't good.. This isn't good at all.