As a young man- a boy really, it was somewhat of
a complication, to develop feelings to abruptly
and for a girl who, for all he knew, could be
a flight risk. She might travel often: just as
easily as she danced her way into his heart,
she might desert him and leave him to pine until
desperation became his only friend. And there
were times when it almost felt out of character
for him to treat girls with interest with such…
was there a correct word. He was never rude, not
unless they insisted on physically touching him,
but he was far from welcoming. Specially in comparison
to the days prior to Clarisse’s arrival at his school.
Despite the sudden change of habit, how he
had so quickly changed his attitude, Levi
had sealed his own fate and would eventually
convince Clarisse that his future was to be
linked with hers. People did not feel so strongly,
so rapidly without reason. SOULMATES was a word
that often came to mind, but it seemed foolish of
him to mention it just yet; she mocked sufficiently
for his efforts. But his belief in destiny was as
strong as that of his commitment to his religion.
He was such an oddly built character; a playboy who
went to church every sunday and believed there was
a greater good, a higher force.
One of the many perks of being at Clarisse’s side
was her desinterest in his possession. Unlike most
girls he had spent time with in the past, she made
no requests to visit his mansion nor did she inquire
him about his social life or ask when could he introduce
her to celebrity A and B. It seemed she simply liked
his company, even when she claimed otherwise, her smile
told a different story. It was her ability to peak
behind the veil he was certain was thicker than anyone’s
interest that often rattled his otherwise unwithering
confidence. Before her, only his mother. Rodrigo had his
share of suspicions regarding Levi’s relationship with
his father, the dedication to sports and his studies,
but boys did not bond with tears in their eyes; sweat
and blood was more like it.
“Estoy seguro que no one’s ever
associated that word to me.”
But that could change. Right? Who was
to decide he was not boyfriend material?
He had never actually tried to be anyone’s
boyfriend. It sounded like it required work,
but that had never been something Levi was
repelled towards.
Maybe they did, but it seemed right to contradict
the blonde girl. On principle. Regardless, he allowed
his lips to curve ever so slightly, allowed his amusement
to show for a few moments.
A light hum was produced; a quiet understanding.
He knew it was unlikely that Clarisse bluntly ask
him for help, but now she knew she could. Which was
more than he had ever been offered. With the exception
of his mother and Rodrigo. Though Rodrigo seemed to
have since long accepted that Levi was not the sharing
type.
”Not enough but fairly better than nothing.”
It sounded vague, but best leave her
wondering, seen as she enjoyed making
him wait or earn every shared moment.
And, as it was, they had reached Rodrigo’s
car and his motorbike. Levi offered her the
helmet he often kept in Rodrigo’s car.
“You don’t look like the type who has
the required courage for a motorbike,
but I know how you so enjoy proving me wrong…”
When she moved here, she hadn't expected to
enjoy it, she was just counting the days until
her father told her they could go home -- but
she had now learned to accept that this was
home. Her dad liked his job here, her mother
enjoyed it, who was she to fight them on that?
Plus -- she was finding herself feeling more
welcomed than she ever thought she would.
There was no explanation that the blonde could
understand that would make clear what was
between them. She prided herself in knowing all
the facts, relying on her ability to break everything
down and understand why it worked. Levi completely
tore that apart -- what she felt for him, it was something
that consumed her in a way she didn't feel was common
or natural. It's said that sometimes when two people meet
there's just this connection, two souls that find each other
like destiny wrote it. She wanted to believe in fate and the
bigger picture -- and maybe with him by her side she would.
It was never his things she was interested in -- it was him.
She wanted to continue to learn how he worked, so simple
yet so complicated. If the eyes are the window to the soul
his tell that this whole confidence, cool act he plays is to
cover pain no one their age should ever have to deal with.
Clarisse had always excelled at reading people -- mostly
because she spent most her days simply watching them.
Sitting in her father's office while he worked with patients,
even for her young age she grew perceptive when it came
to other beings. Levi on the other hand was if she was reading
her favorite book over again -- like she knew all the details
on the page because she read it so many times before.
Raising a brow, she couldn't help but shake her head.
Perhaps no one succeeded in getting him to accept
the boyfriend role, but it was obvious that the girls in
their school had hoped for that label with him.
"Rumor has it that
plenty have tried."
She didn't even know if she was even girlfriend material,
the aussie hadn't ever bothered with it, she didn't
know how, what she knew was only from what she
had seen with her parents and others. It couldn't
be all that complicated, right?
"They do."
Figures he would fight her on it -- it's what they
seemed to have a habit of. Even when the other
knew they were right, they disagreed. Maybe it
was because they were that stubborn, or maybe
it was because disagreeing gave them more time
to pretend to hash it out.
His words caused her some pause, as they walked
she didn't speak up again, instead spent time studying
his profile. 'Not enough' -- she knew that he was interested
in her, if she hadn't seen it herself, Jo surely was there to
continue to poke and prod her about it. But did that mean
he was interested in being more than they were? She was
afraid that the moment she let him into her heart, that would
be the moment she'd have it broken even if there was a part
of her that told her how irrational that was. He had proved
that he didn't plan on treating her as he had those other
girls.
Being pulled from her thoughts once they reached the
car, and his bike, he was joking, correct? Crossing her
arms she glared at him, she was wearing a dress for
god sakes. Looking from him to the bike, his words
ringing in her ears as a challenge, one she didn't plan
on admitting defeat to -- causing her to grab the helmet
from him. The only thing keeping her from throwing said
helmet at him and getting into the car with Jo was that she
felt like she could trust that he wouldn't allow harm to come
to her.
"And I always do."
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