My Kind Of Perfect

Chapter Eight

I can't believe I am already standing in front of the mystery guy that has been texting me and I feel like losing my mind when I knew that it was Rushton Hensley.

Sure I wanted to know him. But I never guessed he'll make a move or something. Why text me when you can talk to me?

Holy shit. I'm freaking out inside right now. I feel like getting all over him but that would be beyond inappropriate. Damn. He's so hot. If anyone doesn't think he is, there is something wrong with their eyes.

The moonlight is shining directly to his face when he stepped a little closer to me. His eyes were so blue and bright, even brighter than my future. And he's so tall. I happen to be only until at the top of his shoulder.

I've waited for this. I've waited to meet him personally and now he's in front of me. Looking straight into my eyes and I'm not sure if I'm moving or breathing.

What do I do? Why am I feeling this way? I should not be feeling this way. Keep your cool, Bree. Keep. Your. Cool.

"Surprised?" he spoke after a few minutes of silence. I may look stupid in front of him because I'm just staring at him like he's the most beautiful human being on earth. Cause he is.

Screw this. I can't keep my cool.

He's an angel sent from above. How can you not like want to straddle him to the ground and kiss his face until your lips are swollen. I'm not horny, am I?

Nope. Not really.

I notice him being uncomfortable in his position. I should speak. But what should I say? What must I say? What will I say? What?

He asked a question right? So I think it's just right to answer his question. Dang it. He makes me nervous. I don't know why. He's not gonna murder me or anything. There are many students here. I'm positive that there will be witnesses.

One thing though, how can one be a murderer if they have a face like an angel? Hearing him talk is like music to my ears. It's soothing and shit. His physique, obviously he's an athlete so of course he has a muscular body.

I'm not ready for this.

"Uhm. Uh. A." I stutter a bit. Bree, you're embarassing yourself right now. Gather words, gather words! "A little bit. I'm not really sure what I feel."

WHAT.

Is it just me or that sounded like we were confessing each other's feelings and I don't know what I feel towards him.

Actually, I know what I feel towards him. I like him. I don't love him. I think I made it pretty clear to myself that like is different from love! No one can fall in love just by being attracted to a person.

You just need to open your mouth and talk to this guy like a normal person would do. Is that so hard to do?

I breathe in some air and realize that my breathing stopped. Or at least I did not feel that I was breathing.

Now I know what to say.

"Actually, yeah I was." I start. Finally. "I did not expect that it would be you. You never talked to me or anything. You never even bothered to ask my name. Where did you get my number anyways?" I ask him. I hope I sounded less awkward and more confident.

"Want to sit down?" he didn't even answer my question. I nodded.

I let him lead me to a bench facing the waters. The waters are as calm as the night. The moon is bright above us giving us light. I look up and see thousands of stars twinkling.

Shit. What? Waters? What if he'll drown me? Oh my gosh. Why am I so stupid to follow him? I should've stayed standing near that big tree!

Doofus. He's not a stranger. He's your brother's friend. They're close. So the probability of him drowning you is negative.