Running Into Noah

RIN/Chapter 8

After breakfast I got my phone back and text Tom right away but he decided to just ignore me so I just decided to play a quick game on my phone.

"Hey." Noah said as he stood in front of me and watched me as I played the game. I didn't answer because I was to into the game, "Dani..." Noah said as he sat next to me but I still ignored him.

Just then Noah snatched the phone out my hands and I gasped, again? "Hey!" I shout.

"Hi!" He shout back and I just glared at him.

"What do you want, Noah?" I ask him and he smiled at me.

"Just wanted to hang out before I go out tonight." He said and I rolled my eyes.

Obviously he is going to go out tonight, hes a 'player'.

Jerk.

"Okay." I said, trying to sound cool and not bothered.

Noah and I will always have history, he was a big part of my life when I was growing up and he was the first guy I fell in love with...So, he's a pretty big deal to me.

"You want to help me get ready?" He asked as he looked at the time on his watch.

I wanted to roll my eyes but instead I nodded my head and followed Noah to his room.

As we were heading to his room I felt all tingly inside, like something was going to happen. But I know it won't, I wouldn't do anything with Noah since I'm in a relationship with someone I dearly love...

Which reminds me I still haven't gotten a text or call from Tom since the last time we talked... Hmm..

When Noahs opened the room to his door the smell of strong cologne filled my nose, but it wasn't bad because it smelled so good. I loved the cologne Noahs would wear.

"I'll be right back." Noah said as he rushed out of his room to get something.

I nodded my head and just looked around his big room, nothing has really changed just that he changed it to downstairs. He did take some old band posters down, and he put up new ones that I've never heard of- I kind of let go of my old self after I moved to New York and just listened to normal pop songs. Noah had some pictures of him and friend's when he was younger, even a picture of us was there- the last picture we took together, the same one I have...

The picture stands out the most and it didn't collect as much dust as the other ones did and I smiled. He looked at this picture a lot. And by the finger prints on it I can tell he held it a lot, too- just like I would.

I sat on Noah's bed and felt a wave of emotions flooded over me and I felt completely sad.

I wasn't sad really but just disappointed. Mostly at myself.

Then I sat there and wondered, What if I never left Noah? What if I stayed with him and gave us a chance? What if I took the opportunity of being with Noah, would we be happy?

Would we..?

Noah came back in the room wearing a different outfit, "I wanted to try on either the jean jacket or the leather with this outfit." He said and I looked him up and down.

He had on a plan grey t-shirt, dark jeans that were almost like skinny jeans but looser, and black combat boot type shoes. He looked hot.

"Try the jean jacket." I said as watched as he put in on, his muscles flexing a little as he did so. It looked nice but I wanted to see the black leather jacket on him. "Leather." I said and he slowly started to talk off his jean jacket and kept eye contact with me, my body suddenly started to feel all hot and my heart was racing- Why does he have to look so good taking off a jacket?