Promise

Chapter 8

I shut the door with a bang as I rest against it. Oh god, I should stop freaking out so much. Why Rachel, why? Stop being so paranoid and hot. God. These are the times when you realize, what exactly is puberty all about. But gotta say, nothing is as exciting as this. To be more specific, him. The way I am reacting to him is clearly making an impact somewhere. Oh, and he looks so hot in just those navy-blue jeans and well ironed plain white shirt. Damn, he pulls of that look so well. If given the chance, I would love to ogle him my entire life.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when I hear my name being called,

"Racchh!!!", oh its my mom. Must be lunch time.

I quickly dress up in my yoga pants and a V-neck t-shirt.

I hurry downstairs. Normally I would shout back but I don't this time because he is still there. I don't know, I feel weird to shout and all in front of him. I am an awfully self-conscious person. I am assuming they are still in the room since the door is shut. I am behaving incredibly odd and I am feeling dreadfully strange too. Ugh! What's happening!? I should really just get myself busy in something to take my mind off of HIM! Since I heard his name, my extraordinary brain hasn't stopped thinking about him.

As I am walking towards the kitchen, I spot Adam's head. Yet again, an unfamiliar yet now so familiar emotion arises in my stomach. I get that phrase now, "butterflies in your tummy". I know he is there. He is actually right there beside Adam. He is smiling, I guess he is winning. He hates to lose, obviously he is winning. Such a beautiful smile he has. I like an idiot stand and gawk at him. He notices that and looks at me. He checks me out all the way from my head to toe and parts his lips when they meet my eyes. FUCK! This is such an intense moment. He looks back at the game and shouts, "fuck!". My brother cheers loudly. I sigh and walk towards the kitchen with that uneasy feeling still very alive.

"what's up mom!?" I ask

"can you help me with lunch. Do some work. What were you even doing up there? Forget it, here chop them" she commands.

I hate doing her work. I hate it. But this time I don't say a word and quietly do it. I swear the fuck is happening.

I plug in my earphones and listen to music while working. I love music, it refreshes me.

Time passes by as I get lost in the music.

"lunch is ready!", my mom yells.

My work is done. Finally! Hush! Yay!

"Rach, go get Adam and Lewis. They must be in the room." Mom tells me.

Lewis, oh okay. Not a big deal. That particular sensation ascends again in my stomach. Ugh! When am I going to get rid of this feeling! Its driving me crazy because I hate not to know things.

I still don't know anything about him. How he is or how he is doing and all. I want to know. I want to talk to him. I want to know all about him. I can't bloody erase him from my mind. I hope he stays overnight. I don't know why. But I do know I love having him around even if I am not talking with him.

My throat all of a sudden becomes dry as I am walking up the stairs. I reach till Adam's room and I take the usual three deep breaths. When I go to open the door, it opens from the other side at the same time. I shriek. He is right in front of my face.

I can feel his breath. It's very unique, not like I have felt many breaths but there is definitely something different about him. I am so near him. If I move even an inch ahead, our lips would collide. To break the ice, I manage to say,