''Hmm, my favourite colour?''
''Blue.'' he said matter of factly. I raised one finger.
''Do I like books?''
''No...you love them,'' his smile spread across his face as I lifted another finger and so it continued.
By this time, I had already asked him eight questions and eight of my fingers were up. How was this possible? All the questions I asked, he got all correct. Nikki really had talked about me a lot I guess. I had two questions remaining so, I thought I could up the antic. Every question so far were basic ones about me, and I knew no way in hell would he be able to answer the following one.
''What colour is my room painted?'' I knew I was being a little unfair but BINGO, I thought of the perfect question. I really hit the ball out of the park with that one and I felt satisfied.
''White with a tint of purple.''
I looked at him with my mouth open and the colour drained from my face. Being in a state of shock, I jut stared at him not even being able to lift one finger. OK this was a little weird, I mean how did he know this? It was creepy.
''H- How did you know?'' I stuttered.
"Oh god, now I seem like a creep. Let me explain. Remember the night I invited you over? Well, I went to pick you up at your apartment and when I knocked, the door was open so I let myself in and to your bedroom. Well actually, a bunch of rooms before yours and that's when I met Nikki again and everything. When you weren't there I texted you the directions to my house. Please don't think I'm weird,'' he rambled.
"That's a little weird though,"
"I know. I'm sorry, I should have told you. Hey look at that, I answered ten questions,"
"No you answered nine," I said shaking my head.
"No you asked ten."
It was then I realized what he meant and I hit his arm in annoyance. He gave in after a few more hits and told me that I could ask one more and so I did.
"What is my favourite subject?"
"Maths?" he said his eyes squinted and his eyebrows furrowed.
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, at last he good one wrong but I still lost the game.
"C'mon tell me. Am I correct?" he pestered nudging my arm.
"Nope," I said smiling. He pouted for a while then leaned in close to whisper something to me.
"I still won," and with that he placed an arm around me, drawing me closer and I rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of mine.
I could feel him breathing and I felt him shift underneath me. I moved my head to look into his eyes and it was like we were back on the roof top. He was holding my hand and caressing my cheek and we moved slightly, coming closer and closer to each other. Feeling his warm peppermint breath tickling my cheek I closed my eyes. We came even closer and when our mouths touched, it was like everything was correct. I no longer was slowly dying and my entire life was perfect. With him thugging at my lower lip, I could feel my body melting into his warm soft arms. The kiss was soft and gentle and the tingling feeling at the bottom of my spine made my knees turn to gel, but he supported me.
"Belle, wake up you're home," Brandon said gently shaking my arm.
"Wha-?" I asked my mind still hazy from my sleep.
I could not remember what happened after I placed my head on Brandon's shoulder and then it hit me, I must have dozed off. Did I really dream about him kissing me?
"It was just your subconscious, it didn't happen," I told myself sternly with mixed feelings.
I was thankful that it never happened but at the same time, I think a part of me wished it to be real.
I glimpsed myself in the mirror and I could not believe how I looked. My face was red as a firetruck and I was flushed. In addition, the warmth that was gradually spreading through me and heating my cheeks, quickly made its way back to my chest, where I felt comforted by Brandon's presence. My heart thumped along, racing as Brandon's eyes interlocked with mine.
"Belle, you don't have to agree to be my girlfriend you know?'' he said humbly.
"I know, but I'll at least think about it. After all you won the game."
I saw a smile thug at his lips and his eyes sparkled with hope. After saying my goodbyes and telling him that I was thankful for the drop home, I locked the door and walked to my bedroom where I fell into a deep slumber.
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Falling for Him
Teen FictionIsabelle ( Belle) is a rich teenager who is in love with her best friend Nathaniel. She goes to an elite school in Manhattan which is only for New York's most prominent people where she and her group of friends are picked on by Jade because they ar...