Chapter.3- Curl Up

Hey Becky its Adam. I was wondering if you were okay.

I typed in my phone as I stepped through the high school doors and out onto the busy streets of Toronto. I taped the send button and started down the packed sidewalk. It was a dull, cold January day that looked like it was only going to get colder.

The walk to my house took me only twenty minutes but it felt like it had been hours. My phone was glued to my hand waiting for the slightest sign of a text back. I was going crazy with the anticipation of a simple reply. It wasn't like me to get this way over something as small as a text-message. I had never felt like this before. I couldn't stop thinking about what the answer would be and it bugged the crap out of me.

What if Jenna gave me the wrong number, I began to think as I stepped into the warmth of my house. The door slammed behind me as I ran straight to my room. Like usual no one was home from work yet. I tossed me phone on my bed and plopped down next to it. I slid my bag off my shoulder and flicked on the small TV in the corner of my room. I guess I'd just have to wait and see if the number was right, I came to the conclusion while I reached for the black controller on the table beside my bed. "For now it was time to kill some zombies" I said to myself as I turned on my videogame.

I think I'm turning into an obsessed stalker I contemplated while I smashed the tiny buttons with my fingers. A few minutes passed before the piece of plastic begun to vibrate beside me. The video game instantly went on pause and my phone quickly found itself in my hand. It was the text I had been waiting for!

I'm so sorry I wasn't there today Adam, I was so sick but I'm feeling better now can we meet at The Dot in an hour to work on the project. I totally forgot about it. I am so sorry.

So the number was really Becky, I thought with a sigh of relief. My fingers quickly begun to type then send a reply.

Okay Becky I'll meet you there.

I placed the phone on my lap as I tried to finish the round of destroying zombies, but I couldn't concentrate on the game anymore. The decision was made to turn off the TV after getting ripped to pieces by the undead. I can usually beat that level I reinsured myself as I rolled on to my side and glanced at the digital clock sitting on the table beside my bed. It had only been ten minutes since I had received Becky's message. I still have fifty minutes until I have to meet her I thought as I searched for something in my mind to do while I waited.

I found myself rummaging through my closet and trying on every shirt and pair of pants I had until I settled with a maroon t-shirt, a dark zip up hoody and my favorite pair of jeans. Why was I making a big fuss about this 'project get-together'? Maybe I actually did really like Becky.

The nip of the air turned my face a bight shade of red as I walked to the café known as The Dot. I really need to get my driver's licence I thought as I crossed the busy street and mad my way into the The Dot. I scanned the room, almost every table was empty; the cold must have scared away the costumers. I also didn't see Becky yet so that must mean I was the first one here I thought as placed my bag on a table by the window. I then walked over to the front counter, trying to warm up.

"Hey what can I get for you man" said the teenage guy standing on the other side of the cash register.

"I'll get two large hot chocolates" I said with a smirk. At least some people are starting to think that I'm a normal guy.

When the drinks were ready I paid the cashier behind the desk then grabbed the two mugs and slowly wondered back to the table making sure I didn't spill any. I took a set and begun to sip on the warm taste of the hot chocolate. The Dot always made the best food and drinks in all of Toronto.

Only a few minutes passed before the front door flew open and a cool breeze of air rushed in. As the door slammed shut the pretty Florida native, Rebecca Backer stood in its place. I quickly waved her over to our seat at the widow. Becky's sandy colored hair was pulled back in a ponytail and as she approached closer I noticed small bags under her eyes. She must have not got a lot of sleep last night either I thought as she took her seat across from me. Becky wasn't wherein her usual bright colored cloths but instead she was wearing a black jacket and dark jeans. The dark colors looked out of place on her considering her tan skin and bright personality

"Hey Adam I'm so sorry I wasn't her today and made you have to come here to meet me. Thank god that I'm feeling better thought because know we can work on the project" she said in her usual bubbly voice.

"Don't worry about it. It the end of the world" I said jokingly as she cracked a smile "by the way I hope that you like hot chocolate because I got you one."

"I love hot chocolate! Thank you so much. It reminds me of my grandparents back in Florida. After church on rainy days they would always make me and Luke nice warm hot chocolate" she answered as her face light up like a ray of sunshine.

We pulled out both of our parts of the project and begun to combined them together. An hour had already passed and surprisingly it was fun working with Becky. We shared jokes and the smiles barely left our faces the whole time. Even though we only talked about our homework and the project I could tell that Becky was thinking about the same thing I was but neither one of us dared to bring the kiss up.

"So when is the next performance of Romeo and Jules?" Becky asked about the play.

"This Friday, seven pm to eight pm"

"Trying to promote the play?" Becky giggled.

"You liked the play Becky, don't lie" I continued the joke

"Yea, but Adam there's something I kind of wanted to talk with you about."

"What is it Becky?" I said playing dumb.

"Well after the play I felt something between us. It was a feeling that I haven't felt since I came to Degrassi." She explained shyly "Adam, I-I didn't mean to only kiss you on the cheek. I meant to kiss you on the lips. I…"

Suddenly I felt my body move closer to Becky as my mouth passed against her warm lips. Becky's hand moved from its spot on the table and found its place caressing my cheek. Her lips had a sweet fruit-like taste but just as fast as the kiss had begun it quickly ended.

"I-err think that's enough work for today" Becky said as she sprung out of her chair and collected all her stuff. She exited the café nearly as fast as our lips had left each other.

I froze to my chair unable to move. A minute passed by before I got up from my spot. I didn't say anything or think anything as I grabbed my back pack and headed towards the door. I took a step out of The Dot entering the cold January night. Then I began my journey home; the sweet taste of Becky lips still on mine.


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