Chapter Three (Nate Grayson POV)

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   IF ONLY I KNEW

               This was the last time...

                               The very last time...

                                                    I would see you,

                                                             I would take the time

                                                                            to treasure everything about you.

Nate Grayson

Anger rolled inside of me at the sight of Rafe, that smug ass hole whispering in Alley's ear. I have no right to care what Alley does but I do. I cared long before she took that bullet for me, something that has been causing me lack of sleep lately. Why did she do it? I know she said it’s because she loves me but Alley could no way feel anything like that towards me. Its just not possible. I clenched my fist till the knuckles went white when her bell soft laugh filled the air. She's probably laughing at whatever the idiot said.

"Dude, when are you just going to bang the chick already its been three years?" My eyes snapped away from Rafe's head to one of my buddies and fellow jock. Well not really my buddies since I don't do friends or any type of relationship that involves getting close. I have my reasons.

"Who says I want to bang her?" I said sagging back into my seat to give the appearance that I'm relaxed even though I'm far from it.

"Half the football team knows bro" Another jock snorted. I don't really know their names, I haven't bothered to know. The only ones I even cared to remember are, I guess the only people in this world I can kind of call friends. Nick and Brad Denver are friends of the family, I grew up with them. Back then they were my friend’s till- No, I will not think of that.

"Where would they get such a stupid idea like that?" I already know though, three years ago I got pissing drunk and babbled about my crush for the boy shy virgin Alley Ross. 

"From your drunken ass" They all laughed then turned the conversation to the up coming game against the Tom Tigers. I went back to watching the table two over from us. Yeah I know it’s her table.

Alley Ross is the girl of my dreams, one that I can never have. My mind yelled at me for thinking that reminding me of the moment she lay bleeding telling me she loved me. My heart wanted to believe that someone that perfect could but I'm a realist. Alley Ross wants nothing to do with me. I have had a crush on her since grade seven when I was lanky babbling loser of kid. I had it so bad that when there was a lock down in grade nine I rushed us to the janitor closet instead of the nearest classroom.

God was that the dumbest move of my life. I kissed her that day, though I told her it was an accident. That closet is small but I would have to lean down to kiss her, it was no accident. I gulped throat suddenly going dry remembering how soft her lips were. Shit I still got it bad for that girl. Rose petal soft lips, that taste better then my Grandma’s home-made cookies. 

I watched the light hit her soft chestnut brown hair that now showed hints of red in the curl mane that fell to the small of her back. My fingers twitched to drag themselves in that mass and get tangled as I tasted her lips once again. I shoved my hands in my jean's pockets to kill the urge. That girl is just way to tempting to me.

Alley Ross is no way model good looking but that girl had just a beauty that comes from the inside, hell even the outside is beautiful with all those smokin curves and her pert ass. I mentally slapped myself for thinking such dirty thoughts about the virgin and focused on her face. I was partly shocked to see her staring at me but just as she did she turned back to look at Rafe

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