Not All The Same ⭐(Completed)

Chapter 4: It Might Be You.

Seth didn't believe in luck. At least not in good luck anyway. His life had been nothing short of drama and bad luck and ever since his father left, he stopped believing in wishes coming true altogether because they simply didn't exist.

He didn't believe in crushes or love at first sights often depicted in romantic movies either. Perhaps that's why he hated those kind of things; romantic scenes taking up a whole hour in a movie which is supposed to be action packed. He always found it foolish that the brave hero sworn to fight for his people and save them will fall for the charms of a beautiful heroine and die for her in end; only to have the heroine wail in the movie for a good thirty minutes which always—always for some inexplicable magical reason raise the hero back to life.

There was nothing more annoying than watching a Van Damme movie—expecting him to fight the villain and have him glance back at his supposed beloved and gaze or kiss her for a good three minutes before pouncing on the villain. As if her face and kiss was a courage potion he needed to go on. And the villains. . . .?

Aren't all villains supposed to be cruel, impatient, no–nonsense and unforgiving characters that exudes evil?

Then why do they stand there and watch while the hero make out with the heroine? Or is it that the villains also crave love?

He had thought all this was foolish. Good luck, crushes strong enough for even boys to miss out on soccer practices and heroes always staring at the heroines as if they are their very air, their only reason for survival.

But now, walking beside Rebecca, having her so close that he could smell the sweet caramel cologne she used and her arm constantly brushing against his, he understood why heroes tended to act foolish. Why even boys reacted the way they react around their crushes. Why good luck still existed.

Because he couldn't stop glancing at her at every opportunity that arises. He dared not speak for her to notice her arm brushing up against his and move away. Because it was sheer damn luck that their paths have crossed. Ireland and the United States. Who would have thought?

"I thought you said the school is close to our neighbourhood. Then why do I feel an ache in my legs as if I have walked a thousand miles?" Rebecca asked.

Seth blinked at her, "What did you say?" He hadn't exactly been paying attention at the moment. He was too busy watching the way her orange hair gleamed in the sunlight.

Rebecca laughed and nudged him, "Are you here with me?"

"Of course I am," he said. "I just. . . . I'm just a little bit distracted." He admitted.

"Are you distracted because of me?"

Seth stopped in his tracks. He looked back at her in utter shock. She couldn't possibly know what he was thinking or what his gazes say when he looked at her. "What do you mean?"

Becky flushed bright red and looked away, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Don't worry, I was just joking." They continued down the path to school in silence. There was a tension that Seth strongly believed shouldn't be there. Maybe if he hadn't been looking at her too much, she wouldn't have suspected it. And how could he possibly tell her he had a crush on her?