"There might still be enough to wash the mud off." I giggled.
A while later Nick was out of the shower and in green pajama bottoms. I couldn't get how he didn't wear a shirt and wasn't freezing! I mean I was wearing long sleeves and long pants. I guess it was God's way for girls to actually want to be near guys, for females to be always cold and their only source for heat was the male gender.
"That was a perfect way to end a long day," I said, looking at him and actually getting eye contact from him.
"It was. Now let's just hope that we don't get sick because of this," Nick responded, picking at the fabric on his knee.
"We won't. I've been in the rain like that before and haven't gotten sick. I've a pretty good health track record if I say so myself." That was when I got a slight shudder.
"Cold, Rachel?"
"No I'm not cold," I lied, being cheerful.
"Come on let’s get you in your bed before you get sick."
"I'm not your child. I can take care of myself. Nick you don't need to tuck me into bed."
I got up and walked past him to get to my room. I went into my room and under the covers. I curled up into a ball and tightly wrapped the sheet and blanket around me. When I was under I was still cold and could still hear Nick as I drifted to asleep.
8
Nick
I had been hiding some information from Rachel about the marriages even though we had only been here a week and I'd already found a way not to be honest with my wife. Every day we received a copy of the newspaper, just like everyone else, delivered to our homes. I had been reading the newspaper and things weren't appearing to be going well in the courts for us. Apparently the parents had joined forces and took the dilemma to higher forces to try to get their children back to a normal teenage life. Back to the days when the biggest issues were zits, pop quizzes, and actually approaching a girl on our own free will. It seemed like the lawyers that were appointed to our case weren't doing too well either. A monkey with his cases written in crayon could be doing a better job. That and legally the marriages complied with the law; all the right signatures were shown. The government might have formed these unions, but in the state of New Jersey all it took was for anyone under eighteen to be married by a judge with parents' signature for it to be legal. The state knew what they were doing with us. So knowing Rachel I was not going to tell her unless I wanted to die young so after I read the paper I’d hide it in a nice obvious place like the garbage disposal, not my fault she can't find it after I read it…
Just to top things off, this whole week back at school was so long and painful. Amanda was avoiding me and my text messages since I got my phone in my packages from my parents. Despite all my efforts to find her I could not locate that girl. The school was not that big. Amanda wasn't dumb so she must have known that I was trying to break up with her and thought she could stop the break up by hiding from me. Can't end a relationship if the person doesn't know where you are to get a hold of you. I was having issues even looking at Rachel knowing that I was technically still with Amanda.
Rachel and I keep finding ourselves in kissing situations and Rachel was uncomfortable in our situation as it was, if there was a comfort that I could do for her in respect I would do it.
On Friday I finally had a chance to be alone wandering the halls after school in another attempt to find her. I didn't know who she had married to look up her phone number in the community and she was still not picking up her cell phone. Amanda wasn't exactly a unique name. I was about to give up on my search of Amanda, pushing my hair out of my face, sighing and making my way back to my locker. Turning the corner there Amanda stood leaning against my locker near the entranceway of the school. Her eyes were to the other side of the hallway, hands folded behind her.
Amanda was wearing a very short, black skirt that broke the school dress code. Her lightly tanned skin was revealed with her blue sleeveless shirt that did not even cover her pierced belly button. The rhinestones glittered in the bad lighting of the school's hallway. Amanda's head turned so that I could see her brown eyes that were outlined in make-up, so that they stood out. A smirk spread across her shiny lips and eyes. Her short black hair was resting upon her shoulders.
"So I've heard that you've been looking for me," her voice was airy with a little sway to her tone. She was keeping her back against the locker as I drew closer.
"Yeah, well we need to talk," I replied, shoving my hands into my pockets, tightened into fists.
"Aw, is the little wife making you break up with me?" Her face pouted as she pressed against my chest, locking onto my eyes so that she was staring deep into them.
Her slender fingers grazed against my skin to brush aside my hair, slowly letting her fingers slide down to my ear. The touch gave my skin a tingle that made my heart speed up. This was not going to be easy. I needed to drive something sharp into my hand to sidetrack my thoughts. Or maybe a pencil into my thigh would work. Taking a deep
