I Am Unstoppable (Book 2)

Chapter Seventeen: Q is for Questions

The bitter New England air makes my face freeze as I stand outside of school, waiting for Alia. I keep on mentally praying to myself that she remembers to meet me out here and doesn't just walk into school without me. We made plans to do so before school—the question is, will she remember?

She better remember, because I'm freezing my ass cheeks off.

After our little kiss yesterday, we conversed about relationships. She admitted to me that yes, I was her first kiss. 

She did a pretty damn good job for a first timer.

I found that funny, of course. I laughed, but not in the "You're a Loner" way, more like in the "Oh My God But You're... You" way. 

"Richard," she uttered with a smirk, "I'm being serious. You're my first kiss."

Rolling my green eyes, I said back, "I still don't believe you."

Alia began to show a face of frustration. "Goddammit, Richard Macedo, that was my first kiss!"

Without thinking, I leaned in and gently kissed her again. "And that was your second."

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm a natural flirt. I kind of like Alia, now that I realize it. She's always showed a strong sense of care for me, even when it seemed like the whole world was against me. Once I got Becca out of my life, I really began to notice how much better Alia was for me.

Let me clarify: Alia isn't my girlfriend...

...Yet.

Alia giggled as her face got beat red. "That was, um, hot."

I couldn't help from blushing. I knew that I was making it super obvious on how I've started to develop feelings for Alia, but who cares? She's a girl, I'm a guy, and when a girl and a guy really get to know each other, they start to like each other.

That was the last of the kissing we did. A part of me wanted her to stay even longer (maybe even kissing me a few more times), but the other part wanted her to leave, so she can change out of her dress (she seriously wouldn't stop complaining) and save the "love stuff" for tomorrow.

Well, here I am, still waiting in the bitter cold, searching for my best friend/girlfriend. I keep on getting weird looks from strangers for some unknown reason.

Then, I see Becca, who of course, is holding hands with that goddamned blond asshole with the "oh so gorgeous" green eyes. Her cheeks are rosy red, her hair is curled, and to be honest, you would think that just by looking at her, she definitely didn't get out of a relationship with her boyfriend under twenty four hours ago.

Her and I awkwardly make eye contact, not saying a word. My heart beats faster—faster than when I first kissed Alia.

Where the hell is Alia when I need her...?

The boy (who seems like he's petrified ever since I flipped out on Becca yesterday) mumbles something in her ear, causing Becca, of course, to pull the guy towards her, dragging him around to where I am standing.

Just what I need.

"Good morning, Richard," Becca says in a stern voice that kind of scares me. I'm so used to her screaming "Hello, Richie!" in that squeaky cheery voice of hers. 

"Good morning," I peep back, trying to avoid eye contact before she melts my innocent soul.

The boy smirks, letting go of her hand. "I should probably leave you two alone," he mumbles in her ear, kissing her head gently. He walks inside the school, completely putting us in isolation.

I'm not sure if I should be happy or terrified.

Becca instantly hugs me for some reason, making me feel weird inside. "Richard, I'm an asshole. I broke your heart, and I'm really really sorry for doing that. The thing is, I really liked Aaron..."