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"...And then we can go clubbing to that new club that just opened up, and— Josephine." Madi snaps her fingers in front of my face, dragging me out of my thoughts that weren't really thoughts and I was just sitting down contemplating wether Four likes me enough to date me.

"What?" I sit up. We were currently in swim class though we couldn't practice today due to the current thunderstorm going on outside. Mrs. Rey had put a movie on for us but the lights had gone out in all the school and now we were just sitting down in a dark room, the only source of light being the lightning outside the windows.

Madi rolls her eyes at me. "I think I may need to have a word with Four. He's taken all your attention from me and I don't like it." She pouts like a child who didn't get the toy they wanted for Christmas and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

I let out a soft laugh. "Sorry, I've just been out of it lately." I admit. For the past week, I've been doing nothing but thinking about Four and what makes him so interesting to me. The gorgeous face and cool tattoo's were a given but there was something more to him.

As if on cue, I watch from the door as a silhouette stands in front of it, the curls letting me know that it was Four and he was signaling for me to come out.

I kiss Madi's forehead as a goodbye and walk out. Mrs. Rey was always so laid back about the bathroom, saying that if you simply had to go, to just go.

So I used that as my excuse to leave the class and when I close the door behind me, Four is leaning against the wall. The lightning shadows cast on his face allowing me to see his features for a split second.

"Have I ever told you how much I enjoy thunderstorms?" Four asks, giving me a small smirk.

"What are you doing out here?" I say but I am answered by his lips being placed on my own, slightly taking me aback. Errant hairs tickle my forehead making me pull back slightly both from the sensation and from Four's sudden kiss.

It's dark so I am unable to see Four's reaction. "Should I not do that? I'm sorry." He says making me shake my head.

"No it's fine," I say almost after he speaks. "It just caught me by surprise. Also, I'm confused." I say and I have been for some time now. Sure I haven't had much experience with guys but I am not naive in the slightest.

"Confused?" Four repeats. His clueless facial expression just proves that he probably doesn't know why I was confused. I know he could tell I was deciphering wether or not I should tell him why I was, but nothing seemed to leave my mouth. "Tell me, Jo."

He looks sincere, like he really wants to know and I want him to. I want everyone to know and I just want to be happy with him. His hand goes up to remove a strand of hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. "I think you might know why." I simply say.

Four's eyes go from mine to the wall behind me in maybe a way for him to detach himself mentally from this conversation that I was trying to have but now I wish I wasn't. "That conversation." He says and I look away, almost ashamed.

"What's wrong with that?" I dare to ask and watch as Four shrugs his shoulders and bites the inside of his cheek. His eyebrows furrow and the small two seconds of lightning prove to me that he was looking everywhere else but me.

"It's just—" he stops himself. "It's complicated. I don't want you to think I don't like you, I already told you I do."

"So then why is it complicated?" He looks around and motions his head towards the doors. When we walk out there it is pouring and the rain smacks the pavement hard, yet we stay underneath the roof so we don't get wet.

"Because I know where dating leads to, and I haven't decided if after graduation I'm moving back to London or if I'm staying here." He explains and I stare at him in confusion.

"I'm just talking about dating and you already think I want to marry you," I say and cross my arms. I was getting upset but if that's how he felt, what am I to do?

He looks back at me. "First of all, I'm offended." He says and I roll my eyes. "Second, you're acting pissy to hide the fact that you're actually embarrassed." He adds, a small mocking smile appearing on his lips.

"I'm not. Just forget I said anything." I retort, adjusting my backpack on my shoulder before walking off towards my car. I didn't get far though, the rain was heavy and also Four tugged on my arm making me turn to see his black shirt was now sticking to his torso and his hair was now drenched and excessively curly due to the rain.

"Where are you going?" He asks, the rain kind of making it hard for me to see his face.

"Home, where else?" I snap and continue but he's at my side. This reminded me of when he had first met and he kept following me just to be annoying.

I'm about to reach my car when Four takes the keys from my hands making me glare at him. "You're not driving in this, you're going to kill yourself."

"Just give me my keys, Four. I'm not an idiot, I can drive in the rain." I grumble and try to reach for my keys but he only walks past me and towards the driver side.

"Get in the car before you catch a cold and then blame it on me."

"I don't want to fight you." I say and go around the passenger side. "I'm going to get in the car but not because you told me to, but because I hate being sick."

"We're not fighting," he unlocks the car and I get in and so does he. "It's only our first mild disagreement. I reckon we'll have a lot of those." He grins at me but I look away. "Jo, just because I don't agree with dating doesn't mean I don't want to be with you."

"And this is why I'm confused," I say feeling the water slide down my face. "We're not dating but we act like we are. I'm sorry for sounding desperate but I know what I want and if that isn't what you want, then I don't know what to tell you."

Four looks like he wants to hit his head against the steering wheel. "There's just so much you don't know about me."

"So then tell me," I shrug. "You're the one holding back, not me."

His jaw clenches and he plays with the rings on his fingers. "You'll hate me." There's a sudden change of demeanor in him that makes me not want to ask further questions but I know I must. He takes a breath before turning to me. "You mean more to me than some childish label, but if you need it for reassurance, you can call this whatever you want."

I watch as his mood changes once again, the frown was now replaced by a small playful smile and he ignited the engine before pulling away from the parking lot. I open my mouth to speak, but stop myself as Four interlocks our fingers.

I don't want to say anything that will ruin this moment.

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