Blue is the warmest color

Chapter Seven

"He's having them again" my mom says as she walks down the stairs while I watch her nightgown flow freely with every step. 

I remember the story dad told me when I was seven. He told me mom was the most beautiful girl in med school during their time. That time, dad is still this dorky dude who's afraid to get rejected so he stayed single and a virgin up until college. Until he saw mom passing by their room hugging a book, it was the first time his heart skipped a beat. 

From that day forward, he would always be mesmerized every time she passes by. He planned to get himself ready to confess, so he wrote a hundred poems for her. Until one day, dad learned mom is dating a guy for three years. He was heartbroken but he silently waited for her. 

Then one day his prayers got answered when what seems impossible to happen, happened. They made eye contact for the first time and he finally gave her the poems he wrote. She fell in love with them and they dated. 

"Why are you still awake mom?" I asked. 

She sighed deeply as she runs a hand on her hair, she looks torn out. "I heard you" she replied. 

I turned down the heat to simmer when the soup's done then I grabbed a bowl from the dish rack and poured some soup into it. 

"Spinach and white bean soup. That's what I make you" mom said, she looks pleased.

I flashed a smile at her as I put two breads into the toaster, "You're the best at making it mom. It's very comforting" I said. 

"Soup nourishes the soul" she stated. I pulled out the bread from the toaster then I arranged the tray before I head upstairs. "Be sure to watch your step hon" mom advised and I winked at her. 

I carried the tray carefully unto the stairs and as I entered Luke's room, his eyes brightened when he sees me with his food. He stood up excitedly and grabbed the tray from my hand then he rested it on the desk because he doesn't like bread crumbs on his bed. 

"Thank you" he uttered and my heart raced fast. 

I sat on the bed while I watched him eat. He's so majestic. The way his long fingers held the spoon and the way his mouth opens feels very relaxing. I can watch him eat all day and get myself oddly excited over watching someone eat. 

I suddenly gasp as I thought if I was developing some fetish. Luke looked at me with a puzzled face and I simply walked outside his room to think and rested my back on the wall. 

I'm scared to feel this way. I don't want to feel this way over someone who isn't like me. I closed my eyes and felt my tears flow down my face, this is so wrong, the first time I cried for something like this. 

I am Helena Parker-Gray, I'm known to cry over dropping a point on my general average. I never dated anyone, I'm not some normal teenage girl that goes around making out with boys in their cars. Yet, here I am, falling in love with someone who isn't normal and trying to contain it because it's wrong. 

I went back to my room and as I rested my head on the pillow, I closed my eyes then open them back again when I remember my essay for Mrs. Gouldman will be due tomorrow. ugh, how can I forget?!!

As I was looking through my backpack for my assignment notebook where I keep a list of all homework I'm supposed to do, I remember why I forgot about it because I didn't take it down. I was daydreaming that day and my head is lost into space for one reason, Lucius Collins. No. Lucius Haile.  

I was so pissed. I sat on the desk and started working on my essay. It's not just one essay, it's five. I never got any sleep and whose fault is this? Of course, it's mine. Why would I put a blame on Luke when he doesn't have any idea he's troubling my mind.