I guess it's Fate

Chapter 2

Jack POV

I cannot stop thinking about that girl I bumped into on the street. She is the prettiest girl I have ever set my eyes on. Her beautiful blue eyes bored into mine as our eyes locked. It fucking sucks I won't see her again. When I touched her I felt butterflies and wanted to speak more to her so I can get to know her. I don't even know her name and I feel like she's the love of my life. This sounds absolutely fucking crazy, especially coming from a guy. Guys don't usually feel such a strong connection with a girl on the first meeting, even though bumping into a random girl isn't really a meeting. Guys are known to look at a girl and pick which section they fit under, hot, pretty, she's okay and no fucking way. For me and this girl, it's different. The other day, I saw her walk into a house across the street from mine which made my heart beat fast. She live right across from me and I fight the urge to just go up and talk to her but I don't know how that will go. She probably has erased me from her mind so she'll freak out if a stranger goes up to her and starts to talk to her about how he thinks he loves her. 

I have had girlfriends before but they never made me feel like this girl does. I need to talk to her, I want to get to know her because I believe I was meant to meet this girl. I am not telling anyone about this situation and my feelings because my friends will think I'm lying just for a good laugh and my parents will tell me I need to go to therapy as they are concerned with my not so subtle stalking on the girl of my dreams. Okay, I just heard it, I do sound kind of creepy. 

As I'm walking home from school, I see the girl I think about 24/7. She walks into her house and closes the door behind her. I run into my house with a smile on my face because I just had an amazing thought. I'm going to talk to her, I need to do this. After about half an hour of looking at her house trying to figure out what to say to her I finally get the courage and walk across the street. I walk up the stairs leading to her front door. I look at the door for a short moment then knock. She answers and looks at me with wide eyes. I guess she wasn't expecting this.  "Hi, I'm Jack", I say. "H-hi I'm Elizabeth", she says. Elizabeth is such a beautiful name and suits her so well with her blonde luscious hair and bright ocean blue eyes. "I want to admit that ever since we bumped into each other a few days ago I cannot get you out of my head", I tell her.

"I thought it was just me", Elizabeth laughs. 

"It must be fate".

"I doubt that", she says with a smile.

"If you're not busy, do you want to get something to eat like an afternoon snack and walk around the city?", I ask.

"Sure".

"Great, do you wanna go now?".

"Okay. I'll just go get my bag", she says moving inside her house. Elizabeth gets her bag from the rack and locks her front door. As we walk through the city our hands brush lightly against each other. She is so beautiful I can't help but stare. Her eyes lock with mine and she smiles. We walk into a small cafe and sit down. Once we have ordered we begin to ask each other questions about our everyday lives. "So, tell me a bit about yourself", I say. She laughs and says "Is this a talk show now and you're the host?". I nod and laugh with her. Her laugh is a peaceful and soothing sound to my ears, I want to make her laugh more. "Ok, well, I'm Elizabeth but you can call me Liz, I'm 17, my favourite colour is blue, I love to travel which would make me adventurous I guess, um, I can't really think of anything else to say", she tells me. I love to travel too so add that to the list of things we have in common. "What's your future career choice?", I ask her. 

"I'm not sure yet. Still deciding", she answers. "Anyway, now it's your turn".

"Ok, I'm Jack, I'm 17, I also love to travel, I play football, my favourite colour would have to be either dark blue or grey".

"Dark colours? Does that mean you're a dark person?".

"Nah, I am probably the most cheerful and brightest person ever",

"I'm the same. So what school do you go to?".

" Waldorf High School. How about you?".

"Abraham Lincoln High School".

"Oh, so you're at the smart school".

"I'm not smart, I'm average but everyone else in my school is really smart. I hate it. They all want to impress the teachers and other students how much knowledge they have when really they look like fools. I am nothing like that".

"I understand what you're saying. I hate people who try hard to look good, they are wasting their time trying to seem top of the world when they can just be normal and then they won't get made fun of".

"Exactly".

"Glad we are on the same page with this topic", I say and we both laugh. We don't have everything in common but we get along so well. After we leave the cafe, we walk through the park and talk some more about our lives so we can get to know each other a little more. At the end of our hang out, I drop her off at her house. "I had a great time with you Liz", I say. "I had a good time too", she says. I wave goodbye and watch her go inside her house. I turn to cross the road and walk to my house with the biggest smile on my face. Elizabeth is perfect.