Page 30 of The Breaking Pointe
“Howlite,”hesays.
“Yes,” I say softer, getting stuck on his huge orbs, sucking me in.
I clear my throat, looking through the glass again, point- ing. “And this one is ruby. Which is common, but I love it, anyway.”
I lightly tap the glass, staring at it.“Why?”he asks bluntly. “Why do I love it?” I look up at him again, only to see that
he’s locked on me, still.
“Yeah. I want you to tell me why,” he says, rolling his lips in before licking them, his eyes darting at all my features.
“Right,” I shake my head, “it stands for courage.Andpassion.Two things I find to be very important in this life.”
Again, with the silence.Then the staring?God, what’s with the staring?If I look at him again, he’s gonna be staring into my soul. If he keeps this dead stare, I’m going to scream. Right here. Right in the middle of this museum. His eyes are like the Milky Way, and it’s sickening.
“Is there something on my face?”My words throw themselves at him as I stare at the empty space on his chest. I catch the sight of the crucifix on his chain.
He chuckles softly. “No, you look perfect. It’s hard for me to stop staring, I’m sorry.I’m trying to understand how I got you to say yes to coming out today, really.”
He finally looks away.Now I wish he hadn’t.
“You’re gonna tell me you don’t do this with women all the time? No way that’s true, Colton. Seriously. Funny, but not true,” I scoff, flipping my hair back over my shoulder.
“No, I’m serious.You’re breathtaking.I didn’t think I would get this far.” He smiles charmingly, becoming bashful at the same time.
Wellbelieveit,Kennedy.Oneofushasto.
“I’m hard to get, I know. But do you own a mirror?” I ask, prodding at the sleeve of his sweater before looping my arm in his. He’s much broader than he seems.
“Looks mean absolutely nothing if you have zero person- ality.If I say the wrong thing, who knows what happensnext,” he says, lightly laughing and loosening his stance to allow me to hold onto him.
My lips widen into a grin. Personality, he does have. So, I guess that I can check the basic boxes for red flags.Still seems too good to be true.
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The museum happened to be vacant for the majority of our little tour, which was a plus for both of us.Normally, the hustle and bustle of it all creates this atmosphere of feeling like you can only look at each exhibit for a small grace period. While that isn’t ideal for how you should spend your time at a museum, people like aesthetics more than actually taking time to appreciate what’s in front of you.
I’d say we spent the last few hours productively, taking our time in multiple exhibits. Some stood out to her more than others.
Because of this, I’m in no rush to walk through anything.I truthfully just want her to have a good time with me.No matter the outcome. I don’t think I’ve had any real fun with anybody else besides family and Trey in a long time.And for once, it doesn’t involve me only being worried about getting laid. As shallow as that sounds, it’s the truth. And
truthfully, I don’t see that when I look at Noelle.She’s a genuine girl, who wants to tell me what each gemstone, crystal, and rock in the word means. There’s nothing more profound, precious, and innocent than that. That’s the kind of fun that I’ve been craving, dearly.
Noelle expressed her love for everything, with no hesita- tion. She knew what most of the jewels and crystals stood for and could even connect them to astrology. She told me something about my moon being in Aries.Whatever the hell that means. It sounds cool, I’ll admit.
She further explained that it meant that I’m headstrong;I love a challenge.I typically don’t believe in all that stuff that involves astrology, but I can’t disagree with that. And I think maybe she might’ve got me changing my mind. Any other person would’ve made it sound so silly—but she made it make so much sense.
She also adored the rhinestones.I noticed that we probably spent the most time looking at those as opposed to the other shimmerylittlerocksondisplay.Theblueonewasher favorite. It’s more of an aqua. But it would look so gorgeous against her skin—and now it’s engraved in my imagination.
We spent nearly thirty minutes looking at almost every rhinestone we could, too.
We both favored the American Indian exhibit.It offered different kinds of wax figures that were dupes of American Indians and other people from their heritage, along with life- sized figures of huts that they lived in.We could go inside them, which had me practically crouching down. Of course, Noelle found that part to be the real entertainment—which I can’t blame her for.
Ilooklikeanexhibitmyselfwheninsmallareasand
