A/N I just want to say thanks like always for all the reviews I'm getting. They make me jump with joy, and I get all giddy reading them. I know that sounds a little creepy, but it's all love!
Extra special thanks to my Alice, wtfisyourproblem. Read her story Come Again! It is absolutely amazing! And also, special thanks to tomorrows legacy. Her suggestions and support have helped me a lot.
Chapter 8: Realization
I looked around and saw we were one of the first ones here. I looked at the clock and saw it was 8:10. There was still twenty minutes until school started. I then looked at Nahuel. He was looking at his phone; his forehead was creased and he was frowning.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. He was still beautiful, but I didn't like to see his forehead that pinched together.
He looked up at me and the smile I loved to see grew on his face. "Oh nothing," he said, "just some problems with the guest list."
I was confused. Why would that concern his? "Oh…" was all I said.
"Yes. It really is nothing though." Then he replied to whoever sent him the text, put his phone in his pocket, and then turned to look at me again. He seemed to be studying my face, and I did the same. His skin was a very pale tan – or so it seemed to me – and he had perfect, angular features; chiseled jaw, high cheek bones. His eyes were bright, glowing butterscotch. I could almost see my reflection in them. If he were human, I imagine his eyes would be an amazing emerald green. It would go perfectly with his skin and hair. His dark brown – almost black – hair was a perfect kind of wavy; the kind you need to run your hands through. It took all my strength not to do so. His hair stopped just below his ears. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands though it!
I turned my eyes to his body. He was wearing a tight-fit grey shirt with a black long sleeve button-up. None of the buttons were fastened so I could see his finely chiseled muscle. I took a nearly silent, sharp intake of breath. I knew he heard me, so I looked up, into his eyes again. His smile grew and his eyes got brighter – if that were even possible.
I rolled my window and slowly, and reluctantly, turned my head so I was looking out it. I closed my eyes and took a several slow, deep breaths.
"Are you alright?" he asked, a little out of breath himself.
I didn't trust my voice, so I just nodded. I kept taking deep breaths. After a moment or two I felt a cold hand carefully take hold of my chin. He slowly turned my head, probably so as not to scare me. I didn't dare resist.
By the time I had turned towards him, I had dropped my eyes. If I looked at him I was sure I would be able to control myself. He then lifted my head so, even though I was looking down, I was looking into his eyes. I sighed and closed my eyes, then pulled his hand off of my face. I tilted my head down, opened my eyes, and looked into his. His eyes were soft, loving, caring, and I melted in them. I didn't feel like myself. I felt like the beautiful girl it felt he saw me as. I felt like someone who deserved his love.
I don't deserve it.It was a lie. I wasn't beautiful. I just didn't see it. I closed my eyes. All my mother's friends complement me, saying I'm "such a beautiful young lady!" I thanked them and moved on. I didn't believe them because I've never seen it. I've never had a boyfriend, nor have I had a potential one. I've never even had someone say tell me they liked me without it being a dare or a joke. Didn't really do a whole lot for a girl's confidence! I didn't know what Nahuel saw, but I know what he was looking at. Shoulder length, crazy curly, semi-light brown hair. Average brown eyes. Five foot, eight and a half inches. Not nearly thin, but not exactly fat. Permanently rosy cheeks that I've had since birth. I was nothing but average.
Then I had a thought. This was exactly how Bella felt in front of Edward, and look where they ended up. Maybe I do deserve it! This made me happier. A huge grin grew on my face and I opened my eyes. Nahuel's eyes looked confused, but he was smiling too.
I know this chapter's really short, and kind of a filler, but it was important to me, and I felt it deserved a spot in my story. This chapter really hits home for me, so I had to add it. I don't think I've said it before but Chrystal is basically me, but in story form. A lot of the thoughts and actions are things I actually feel. Just another little fun fact for all you faithful readers.
Don't be afraid to give suggestions, they may just end up in the story. They also let me know how you feel about my story. Don't be afraid to give a well rounded critique either. Tell me what you don't like. It will only help me become a better writer, and it will get your feelings off your chest and make you feel better. It's not good to keep those feelings bottled up! So please review!!!
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