It Will Rain - Gerard Pique - Chapter Six
I tried to pay attention to my cornflakes. Instead my attention kept drifting away. I looked at the kitchen clock. The seconds slowly ticked and I counted to sixty. There. Another minute gone. That's one less. Time's passing fast. I'm going to see him soon. Right?
"Cassie, please, hurry up," Luke entered the kitchen and grabbed his car keys from the counter. "I let you sleep in yesterday. Can't do same today. Feel sick at this rate and you'll end up missing your O'Levels. Come on, chop chop." I slanted the bowl and cleared off the milk. Luke took hold of the bowl and shoved the cornflakes down my mouth.I tried to swear at him with my mouthful. He just threw me my backpack and went ahead to start the car.
I ran to my room. I opened one drawer after another of my dresser until I finally found it. I have no idea why you kept this away for so long. I shook my head and heard Luke scream "CASSANDRA NOW!" and ran for the door without closing the drawers. I locked the door, opened that of Luke's Alion and sat down to catch my breath.
"Cassie, sometimes you drive me crazy..." Luke sighed. 'I really get tired of being your mom, dad and brothers."
I stuck my tongue out and he laughed. "It's fun mostly though." He noticed I held something. "What've you got there?"
I unclenched my fist and looked at it. He turned his focus from the road. He scowled. "C.P? What kinda locket is that?"
"A special one," I tried my best to stop the tears and put the chain on.
More flashbacks. "It stands for Cassandra Pique" ... "Gerard are you joking with me?" ... "Why will I joke with you?" Then the voices took over. Cassandraaaaaaa he's thinking of you! That's why you remember all this so clearly. Isn't that great Cassandra? He's thinking about you! How awesome is that?
Owwww. I clutched my head. Luke looked at me. "What is it Harry Potter? Voldemort ruining your mind?"
"Sorta," I said, as I got ready to get out.
Ahh another unwanted day. And this is just the first. I'm sick of it already.
P...I...Q...U...E , I doodled onto my noteook. The teacher was blabbering about some new guy in class.
"This is Enrique Alexandro. He's from Spain. Spain? I looked up. There stood a guy, tall for fourteen. His dark brown hair was not the types you always saw - he didn't have spikes or a mohawk. It was messy like he didn't really care. Almost like Gerard, I couldn't help thinking. He was wearing a black shirt with jeans and left the top of his shirt unbuttoned to expose a Barca jersey inside. I looked at his face. His features made him pretty noticeable actually. His nose was sharp and although I couldn't see the colour of his eyes from where he was sitting, I found him cute.
Stop it. You like Gerard remember? Oh yeah, that's right. Screw Enrique.
"Would you like to tell us something about yourself Enrique?" The teacher asked.
"Uh... firstly, my surname is pronounced Ale-haan-dro" he paused. I looked down and went back to my doodling. Enrique's accent was so familiar I felt like putting cotton and covering my ears. No you wanna hear some more because it reminds you of him ..."My mum is English, and I came back to her yesterday... my Papa still lives in Spain ... I donno what else to say... I like football"
Oh God whatever. I doodled some more... Cassandra Pique, I etched onto my desk. Oh shit, can't let weird classmates know all that. I began my scratching off expedition when I heard the teacher say, "Why don't you go sit next to Cassandra? There's an empty seat." I looked up, once at the teacher, once to my left at the seat and once at Enrique. As I was about to look away he caught me staring and smiled. I faked a smile but then saw his eyes. Why were his eyes so blue... Almost like ...
"Gerard Pique," he grinned as he peered over my doodles. "You sure are one big fan."
I swear if the teacher hadn't been looking, Enrique would have been murdered.
I ran home just in time to answer the phone. Please let it be him oh pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaseee
"Good evening madame, would you like to buy our..." I didn't let the weirdo finish his sentence. I slammed the phone and took a superfast shower. I didn't feel like focusing on homework. My eyes kept drifting towards the phone. It was six, his flight was at seven. He didn't forget me this quick did he. After what seemed eternity (fifteen minutes) the phone rang again. This time I kissed my locket before answering, leaning towards luck rather than caller ID.
"Cassandra, heyy." Oh thank God!
"Gerard. I thought you forgot me."
"Now why would I do that querida?" Even if I couldn't see him I could feel his smile. That smile. "I'm about to board the plane. Thought I would call my one family in England."
"Aww Gerard."Â Why act surprised? You've been dying for this all day.
"Listen Cassandra," he said, his tone serious all of a sudden. "I don't want you crying around all day while I am gone. I'm sorry but I have seen that we got a busy schedule. I'll be able to call you once a week maybe."
"I know it's crazy. I'm sorry. Promise me something."
"You'll make other friends. I know you have friends, but find a new best friend. They'll help you move on."
"But why? I don't wanna move on. I have you."
"You won't have me for a year Cassandra..."
I decided to change the topic. "There's a new Spanish boy in our class."
"Really? What's his name?"
"Alexandro or something," I said, lamely remembering him saying how to pronounce it with an 'h.'
"That sounds nice," he said. "Be friends with him."
"You should. ... Does he play football?"
"Maybe. He was wearing a Barca jersey?"
"My Barcelona?"Â Not your Barcelona. You're a Man United man remeember?
"Maybe he's from the Canterra."
"You know, our Barca youth team."
"Ask him Cassandra. Tell him your story."
"Maybe he'd like to hear it..."
"Yeah listen Gerard ..." Telll him you love him. Tell him... "Uhhh..." SAY IT
"Sorry Cassandra I have to go now. I'll call as soon as I can, I promise. ..."
"Remember. Don't live in my memory."
"I'll see you in July.. And then again, next year, ok?"
I was surprised to hear the doorbell at seven. Luke wasn't supposed to be back from work until eleven. I opened the door to see a face I distinctly remembered. Where did I see him?
"I've seen you somewhere."
"I go to your school. I was hoping you'd help me catch up with the work."
"What's your name again?"
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