Breaking Boundaries {Hiatus}

Chapter 2

"I want to know more about you Lea." He tells me, staring straight into my eyes. After spending the whole day together, Cody and Mike were taking us home on the Rail.

We were talking in a group but then Mike and Amy broke off into a huge debate about whether or not Mumford and Sons was better than Queen was. They were both good but Fallout Boy and Backstreet Boys are number one to me.

"Well what's there to know? I'm fifteen. I love my family, my friends, and my life. It's fairly self explanatory." I say not catching on to his deeper meaning.

"You know what I mean. What do you like to do in your free time? What are some of your hobbies? Do you play sports? Do you like music? What music do you like? That sort of thing." He seems genuinely interested which I don't know why since I'm a plain Jane.

"Okay, how about this? We both just ask two really important questions?" I suggest not wanting to scare him before I even get to know him.

"How about we just start with three questions each?"

"Sure, consider that your question number one. I'll ask the next one. How many siblings do you have?"

"Okay, I call getting my other question back." I nod my head in agreement. He continues on, "I have one older brother. His name is Kenton. He's not really close with Mike or me. He's almost six years older than Mike. He's a bit more than eight years older than I am. I don't know. He was just too old for us to really hang out with and by the time I was old enough, at fourteen, he was thinking about college parties, girls, and graduating." Whoa. Okay, I was just expecting like a number of siblings and the names of each and maybe their favorite colour or something. Not this.

"Well, I have two other siblings since you already know Amy. Nathan's two years younger than I am and Samy's four years younger than I am. They annoy me such much but you know the love is still there. Okay, question number two..." I stop and ponder what I'm going to ask. "What are your hobbies?"

"Well there is football, which I think you North Americans call soccer? There's rugby..." I block out whatever else he says. The urge to kiss him is so overwhelming. He freaking plays rugby! I play rugby! It's like we were meant to be. "Lea, are you even listening to me?"

"Yes, yes. I'm sorry, but I do believe you said you play rugby? I think I might hug you right now, none of the guys I know play rugby, and I know a lot of them. This is a first for me. Let me just take a moment of silence." He waits, giving me an amused smirk.

"I'm guessing you're a huge rugby fan?" I sigh and shake my head in bewilderment. Oh, he knows me so little. This is why I'm letting him get away with that statement.

"Forget about me being a HUGE rugby fan, I play rugby, live rugby, heck I breathe rugby. It's like my life. After my friends begged me to join the team, I've fallen in love with the sport." I say with excitement in my voice.

"Yes, I can see that. You have a real passion for the sport, I can tell. It's bloody brilliant, ain't it?" I look away, hiding my face in my warm scarf. Trying to keep my crazy at an acceptable level.

"Okay I've asked two questions, remember that. You ask some questions now." I say trying not to blabber on and on as I tend to do.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Well, let the blabbering begin.

"I honestly don't really know. I mean I really like English and I correct everyone's grammar so I was thinking maybe an English teacher. I like the thought and mystery of figuring out how people died so I thought about being a coroner too. I've always liked the idea of being a dermatologist too," God, this is so embarrassing. "I have this odd obsession with skin. I'm also really good at remembering numbers. So, maybe an accountant? I swear if you give me any number to remember and asked me what it was in a month, I'd still remember it."