just a stupid high school kid
with a crush. As before, we were the same. He was like me. Now he
is out of my league.
“Jen,” he says
my name softly and his voice still gives me goose bumps. “I know
everything has come as shock. You really do know me. I am still the
same guy who you did homework with.”
“Yes, but now
your a older man with a job and I am just a stupid kid” I hiss, I
look over at him. He looks angry, his dark eyes are narrowed again
and his mouth tight.
“You're not a
kid and I am only a few years older than you.” He runs his hands
through his hair and lies back down. “Fuck!” His fist hits the bed.
“I knew this trip would be a bad idea.” He turns his head to face
me and lets out a deep breath. “You know I like you, right?” I just
shrug. He quickly sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the
bed. “I mean like you, like you.”
“What does that
even mean?” I huff, folding my arms across my chest. Our eyes lock
and I just stare at him, unwilling to look away.
Then it clicks,
my mouth goes dry and I begin to blink rapidly. He likes me! My
heart thumps against my chest, my breathing is uncontrollable. I
swear if I stood up, I would end up face first on the floor. I have
waited weeks to hear those words, to believe my dreams would become
reality. This has somehow shocked my system
When I finally
do look at him, his expression is soft and he is slightly frowning.
I swallow the lump in my throat and wish I didn't look at him. I
would love to leap over and crush myself against his body. That's
not me and I certainly couldn't do that to him. The silence between
us is creating a tension, yet, I can only think about kissing him.
I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through his
hair, taste him and be held in his arms.
My cheeks flush
bright red and I’m almost squirming where I am sat. I am beginning
to feel giddy and I know I am smiling. Then Becks comes into my
head and the smile vanishes. He likes me and she is the same age as
me. Well, she was 18 during our last school break. Could he? Would
he?
I feel the
colour drain from my face, the idea of him with her makes my
stomach sink and the bile creeps up my throat. Maybe he does like
me, but it doesn't matter. He isn't the same person he was a few
days ago. He is too old for me and he has a career which he is
dedicated to.
After this trip
I will have to work doubly hard to graduate High School. As now I
know my mother and Lacey are being taken care of, college is now my
future.
“We should eat”
my voice sounds cold. His eyes look at the floor and his shoulders
slouch as if he has been defeated.
“Jen,” he
breaths my name and closes his eyes. I love the way my name sounds
on his lips. His eyes slowly open and once again I am locked in his
hypnotic gaze. “You're right, we should eat.” His whole body
language changes. He's in control again. He’s that confident man
who I met over a month ago. He quickly stands and runs a hand
through his hair. “Then we should make a list of all the places we
should look for your father.”
And just like
that, the moment is forgotten and we are back to the reason we are
on this trip. That I must remember and stop my heart ruling my
head. This isn't about me, this is to find my father and help him.
If that is so, why do I suddenly feel my heart break in two?
Ayden orders
from room service as I sit on the bed with a pen and paper. So far,
I have listed six places I can think where my father would most
likely go. My auntie Mel’s, my grandmothers, his office, the golf
club, the fancy bar he would enjoy Friday drinks and finally, my
old family home. Although these places seem too obvious. If he's a
criminal hiding away, I doubt he would even be seen in any of
these.
I let out a
defeated sigh. This isn't going to be as simple as I first
thought.
I feel the bed
move as Ayden sits down besides me. He picks up my list
with a crush. As before, we were the same. He was like me. Now he
is out of my league.
“Jen,” he says
my name softly and his voice still gives me goose bumps. “I know
everything has come as shock. You really do know me. I am still the
same guy who you did homework with.”
“Yes, but now
your a older man with a job and I am just a stupid kid” I hiss, I
look over at him. He looks angry, his dark eyes are narrowed again
and his mouth tight.
“You're not a
kid and I am only a few years older than you.” He runs his hands
through his hair and lies back down. “Fuck!” His fist hits the bed.
“I knew this trip would be a bad idea.” He turns his head to face
me and lets out a deep breath. “You know I like you, right?” I just
shrug. He quickly sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the
bed. “I mean like you, like you.”
“What does that
even mean?” I huff, folding my arms across my chest. Our eyes lock
and I just stare at him, unwilling to look away.
Then it clicks,
my mouth goes dry and I begin to blink rapidly. He likes me! My
heart thumps against my chest, my breathing is uncontrollable. I
swear if I stood up, I would end up face first on the floor. I have
waited weeks to hear those words, to believe my dreams would become
reality. This has somehow shocked my system
When I finally
do look at him, his expression is soft and he is slightly frowning.
I swallow the lump in my throat and wish I didn't look at him. I
would love to leap over and crush myself against his body. That's
not me and I certainly couldn't do that to him. The silence between
us is creating a tension, yet, I can only think about kissing him.
I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through his
hair, taste him and be held in his arms.
My cheeks flush
bright red and I’m almost squirming where I am sat. I am beginning
to feel giddy and I know I am smiling. Then Becks comes into my
head and the smile vanishes. He likes me and she is the same age as
me. Well, she was 18 during our last school break. Could he? Would
he?
I feel the
colour drain from my face, the idea of him with her makes my
stomach sink and the bile creeps up my throat. Maybe he does like
me, but it doesn't matter. He isn't the same person he was a few
days ago. He is too old for me and he has a career which he is
dedicated to.
After this trip
I will have to work doubly hard to graduate High School. As now I
know my mother and Lacey are being taken care of, college is now my
future.
“We should eat”
my voice sounds cold. His eyes look at the floor and his shoulders
slouch as if he has been defeated.
“Jen,” he
breaths my name and closes his eyes. I love the way my name sounds
on his lips. His eyes slowly open and once again I am locked in his
hypnotic gaze. “You're right, we should eat.” His whole body
language changes. He's in control again. He’s that confident man
who I met over a month ago. He quickly stands and runs a hand
through his hair. “Then we should make a list of all the places we
should look for your father.”
And just like
that, the moment is forgotten and we are back to the reason we are
on this trip. That I must remember and stop my heart ruling my
head. This isn't about me, this is to find my father and help him.
If that is so, why do I suddenly feel my heart break in two?
Ayden orders
from room service as I sit on the bed with a pen and paper. So far,
I have listed six places I can think where my father would most
likely go. My auntie Mel’s, my grandmothers, his office, the golf
club, the fancy bar he would enjoy Friday drinks and finally, my
old family home. Although these places seem too obvious. If he's a
criminal hiding away, I doubt he would even be seen in any of
these.
I let out a
defeated sigh. This isn't going to be as simple as I first
thought.
I feel the bed
move as Ayden sits down besides me. He picks up my list
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