I watched the rain fall on my windshield, making it ashy and covered with wetness.
The day I pick the date, the same day it rains.
Life couldn’t get any worse!
At least I don’t have to go to school tomorrow.
That’s a point, one point.
After a while of cussing out the rain, I heard a slight ‘thud’, signaling someone closed a door.
I looked to my right, only to find no one there.
I glanced out side, finding kiara swinging her hands outside, shrugging at me when I gave her an ‘are-you-crazy’ look.
I groaned mentally, trying not to go mad.
I slowly opened my door and got out of the car.
And only then was I standing to be drowned by cold, wet rain.
I always hated the rain, always.
And look who decided to give my nerves a kick here tonight.
Kiara giggled when she saw my pissed face, making me soften… a bit.
“Why are you being such a pushover huh? It’s just rain.” She called me out.
“Well, I’m not a guy whose a fan of rain.” I simply stated, watching her pout.
“Don’t do that. It won’t work.”
Kiara sighed, disappointment washed on her beautiful face.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Okay then, we can go inside now. But I think you are still a wimp.” She began walking back into the mansion, obviously not happy with my behavior.
But, she is acting so oblivious to the fact that she is not getting what she wants.
I guess I really can be a pushover sometimes.
Without thinking, I ran over to her before she could get into the house.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her back, causing her to bump into my body.
She let out an ‘oof’ when she hit me, then stared back up at me.
“What now, kyle?” She moaned.
I snickered, leaning close to her ear.
“Didn’t you tell me you have always wanted a dance in the rain? That, with a guy?” I whispered, seeing her face go red.
I held in the urge to smirk, knowing I intimidated her.
“So…” I started to say again, backing away from her.
I held out my hand as the heavy rain poured down on me.
I swear, this is the most cliche-est thing I have ever done in my whole entire life!
But, for some reason, for her… I was willing to do this.
“May I have this dance, my lady?”
A huge grin found it’s way to kiara’s face, and she nodded slowly, taking my hand.
Now that I think about it though, this isn’t half as bad as I had thought it would be.
Is it bad to say I like all these sparks I feel when I hold her?
I wouldn’t know.
You tell me.
“Why are you doing this?” Kiara asked shyly, her hands around my neck, and my arms around her waist.
“I didn’t think you were one to slow dance.”
I smiled at her, slightly moving a wet strand of hair on her face.
She looked so beautiful, even in the rain.
“I’m not one.” I simply responded to her statement, ignoring her first question even though I knew the answer.
Because I think I have feelings for you.
I only thought because I never felt like this before, toward any girl.
Kiara is… something else.
She is nothing like the others.
I wonder why I even hurt her like I did back in Senior year.
Was I scared to love?
I don’t know.
Was I scared to be loved?
I don’t know.
Was I scared to love kiara?
I don’t know.
Did I hate kiara?
Did I love kiara?
“Then, then why are you doing this?” She asked again, ruining my hopes to skip the question.
I struggled to find an answer for the question.
I couldn’t tell her what I really wanted to tell her.