The Loves Of My Life

Chapter 2

Months had passed by after that and surprisingly, Matthew had gotten over his shyness for me. Over that period of time he and I had gotten really close to each other, we even became good friends , that was until he decided to get Leo to ask me out on his behalf.

When I was approached with this question, I was shocked with silence even tho I have seen that part coming. I am not sure why I was shocked when I clearly knew that he n I were getting dangerously close.

It took a while for me to come up with an answer but after some good thinking.... not really so good but some really good persuasion from my group of friends, I had finally decided.

I had agreed to date him even if I did not have any feelings for him, but.....but.... on my terms.

"If you would like to date me.... keep in mind that I am not going to try and change anything about you. I am not going to tell you to stop smoking or to stop drinking. When I had agreed for you and I to date, I already knew that you do all of this nonsense. I am not going to be like those other girls and baby sit you the whole time. When I agreed, I knew i signed up to be your supporting girlfriend... not your baby sitter , so do not make me chase after you and tell you what and what not to do. And in return I expect you to do the same. Accept me for who I am and do not ever try to change me into something I am not.

Do not tell me what and what not to use or who and who I should not join. If you want to date me ... these are my conditions... and if you accept then I would happily be your girlfriend ", I explained to Matthew when I decided to answer him.

" I accept you as you are and there is nothing about you that I would ever try to change about that", claimed Matthew with a cute smile as he glared into my eyes.

It was scary having known that I was in a relationship with a boy.... I mean I don't even know how to act or what to do or how I should even be feeling. I have never had feelings for someone before.

One night my friends and I had one idiotic idea and decided to play a game called 'Five Finger Filet' or the 'Knife Game' or the 'Rusty Cage Game'.

Whatever it is that you would call it or would want to call it but it is played by getting a little drunk, grabbing a knife, putting your hand palm down and stabbing at the spaces in-between your fingers hoping that your fingers are not the ones to get stabbed, whilst your speed would rapidly increase after every round. We however decided to play it in a more modern way.

Leo and Rahil had just finished their turn and thankfully no one got hurt. Up next was Matthew and I. I had to be the person putting my palm down whilst Matthew was the one chosen to do the poking at the spaces in-between my fingers. We played and after the first round of not getting poked, Matthew's speed had to increase whilst I was to busy being focused on everything else besides my fingers getting stabbed... not that I was scared or anything but because I was not even worried about it enough to pay attention. I don't think I even cared about it... That is how immature I was at that time. But thank God for Matthew because what happened next really made me open my eyes to a new reality... at least one that I was not living in as yet .

After every round Matthew had completed, his speed had to increase and increase and increase.... with my attention still unfocused on the kife. The only time I started to pay attention was when I noticed that he had stopped playing even tho we did not lose or win. My competitiveness had gotten the better of me. I started to yell at him and wanted to know why he had stopped but he just stood there staring at me saying nothing. I continued to yell and continued to ask why he had stopped ...until he eventually got fed up...

"BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO HURT YOU !!!" he yelled back at me and started to walk away. He went to go and talk to Leo that was behind me.

I still stood in my place trying to process what had just been said. For some weird reason there was a smile popping up on my face. I liked what he had said. I felt a sense of joy when I had heard that. There was someone out there that actually cared about me... And he cares about me so much that he would not want to see me get hurt. I have never had that before... ever.

It felt so exceedingly delightful.

IT WAS THAT DAY!!! .... That exact day that I had developed a feeling... a feeling called love. And not the love you have for your parents or your pets kind of love. The kind of love you share with a person ... your partner... your lover.

I turned back to look at him and when I saw him... It was as if I saw him for the first time ever. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes and fair skin with olive undertones. A body that was toned and leaned but not overly muscular and bulky. Clean shaven but dressed as if he were to be sinister and dangerous. A bad boy look to be precise. I looked at him and found myself staring at those soft pink, moisturized lips. From that night, all I wanted was to have my first kiss with him.

Every moment with him after that day was not the same as it was before. Just the slightest scent of him put me at ease and had got me smiling for absolutely nothing. The site of him had me smiling from ear hole to ear hole. It was weird but hey... my senses were enjoying it.