Thunder to your Rain (YA)

[7]

Rain's POV

The banter exchanged between Luke and I awoke the butterflies in my stomach. But they were at bay for now. They didn't defy the laws of gravity and force their way past my defenses to create the unavoidable word vomit. Not this time at least.

If I was lighter I would definitely be blushing right now, so thank god for my melanin. No one needs to know how much Luke affects me. Especially not Luke.

I'd definitely be teased about it with no end.

At this point it's especially hard to draw the line between liking him and having a small crush on him. Im hoping it's the latter and not the former.

His looks are above average in my opinion of course.

Its adorable, the way the his eyes crinkle when he laughs or smiles. It's the cutest thing ever to me, even if he hates it.

When he smiles, it's always full with teeth and everything. And he smiles quite a bit so I enjoy the pleasure of seeing him happy a lot.

His short black hair looks perfect for fingers to run through. But I'll probably never be graced with the honor of walking my fingers through his hair. I say walk because I would take my time and relish the moment.

He's just so cool to me, it's like I can't even begin to fathom that he's real.

The exact moment the crush began had to be about 2 weeks ago.

We were working on the lesson review worksheet for chem when his pencil fell. He bent down to grab it and for a moment there our thighs were touching.

Normally, unexpected physical contact like this would make me extremely uncomfortable, but I wasn't uncomfortable in that moment. At all.

Once, he grabbed it and sat back up our thighs were still touching between the desks. And he didn't move his leg. Not once.

I was looking way too deep into it but normally if something like that happened one of us should've moved. But neither of us moved and for the rest of the period our thighs were touching.

Even if it was ten minutes. It was ten glorious minutes. And he didn't even say anything afterwards so I pretended I didn't care when it was all I thought about later on that day.

And now looking at him in this McDonalds, my heart lives for every second I'm near him. And yearns to be near him when we're apart. Is this normal?

I turn back to my friends cheeks warm, butterflies alert and fluttering. It's crystal clear to me. I definitely like him. For sure. Absolutely.

Gray picked up on it as I made my way back to her. She always does.

"You talked to your manz?" She asked even though she already knew the answer.

"One, he's not my manz and two, yes I talked to him." I replied not realizing what I just said.

"You just contradicted yourself, but okay." She says walking towards Devonte and Isaac.

The few minutes I just spoke to him already have me giddy. I can't wait until I have a whole class period to talk to him. I'm going to be thinking about him for the rest of lunch.

And I don't mind one bit.

Devonte had already ordered and gotten his coffee and they were waiting for us by the exit. We quickly shuffled over to them as Isaac held open the door.

He let it go before I could get out so I just pushed it on my own. That's so rude of him, the fucking door could have hit me. What's his problem?

On our way to the lawn I was hit with a whiff of that freshly cut grass smell. I didn't even realize they cut it on our way to McDonalds.