Just friends? Pfft. Yeah, right.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“What? It’s raining!” i exclaimed, frantically looking for cover.

Dave pulled my bag strap, making me stumble. He laughed and i tried hard to glare at him. He was walking leisurely, not caring that the sky was darkening and rumbling loudly. Around us, people were running for cover or taking out their umbrellas. None of them cared about anything but making sure they do not get wet. Like them, i felt the same way. Too bad that is not what Dave felt.

“No, it’s not. It’s going to rain,” he corrected, smiling.

I rolled my eyes. “Come on. The bus stop is not far.”

He pulled me back when i started for the bus stop. I tried to pull away but he was strong and determined. I glared at him and kept pulling. Laughing, he held onto my bag strap while i desperately tried to get out of his iron grip. If he did not let go of my bag strap, it was going to tear and i would have another problem. Not only will i be wet but i will have to carry my bag in my arms. I decided to stop fighting him. He was smart enough not to let go because i would have dashed to the bus stop.

It started to drizzle and i froze on the spot, only feeling the cold drops of rain on my exposed skin. I looked at Dave and saw the huge smile on his face. usually, i would not mind getting caught in the rain but right now, i was in my uniform. It was white and when wet, it is see through. Dave knew this and i wanted to club him for preventing me from keeping dry.

“Isn’t it nice?” he asked, eyes dancing mischievously.

I frowned at him, pushing away wet strands from my wet face. “You ass.”

That only made him smile wider. “Thanks. But we already know i’m an ass and you’re a pig. So let’s just enjoy the rain!”

“How? My books are going to be wet and my shirt is white!” i screamed at him, wanting to be heard over his laughter and thunder.

“Stop worrying,” he said.

“I will keep worrying as long as you can’t think straight,” i scolded, blinking from the rain pattering on my face.

He rolled his eyes and walked away from me, gesturing for me to follow. Drenched and cold, i did. We walked away from the bus stop and as we proceeded, from anything that gave shelter. Soon, we were walking along a path with trees waving in the wind. There was no one because no one would be dumb enough to get caught in the rain. I hunched my shoulders from the wind and followed him. Dave tried to slow his steps so i did not have to run after him. The first time i did, i slipped and fell on my butt. Dave had laughed before offering a hand. I just glared at him then i started laughing because i knew i looked ridiculous.

“Look,” he instructed as he pointed.

Turning my gaze, i saw our neighbourhood. There were houses with shut windows and doors. In some, you could see lights were on. There were some that were dark. There were little children and some adults peering out the window. Worried mothers wondered where their children are. Curious children watched with delight and speculation. Lovers cuddled with each other and heartbroken souls hoped for a better day. Me, i watched in awe at how beautiful the rain made everything look.

The trees were not moving. They were dancing. The cicadas were not noise but music. The rain was not wet and cold, it was clean and refreshing. I turned to see Dave and the look on his face told me he was thinking the same thing. This was the reason he brought me here.

“It’s really pretty,” i breathed, forgetting about wet books and indecent clothing.

He nodded. “You bet.”