CHASING YOU IN RAIN
Introduction:
Rain had a way of finding me—and so did trouble. Two years after losing my father, life felt heavy, Gray, and endless. School was no escape, especially with Luke lurking and memories I couldn't outrun.
Then Zack appeared—blond, green-eyed, untouchable—and suddenly, the world felt… different. But some people want to protect you, some want to see you break, and I was about to learn just how cruel the rain can be.
Chapter 1 – "What's the Meaning of Life? Will I Find It?"
I had been thinking about it again—what was the meaning of life? Would I ever find it? My alarm rang, and I reluctantly turned it off.
Just another day where my dad couldn't wake me up.
Even though he had passed away two years ago, I still missed him terribly.
I lived with my mom, my elder sister Alex, my older brother Stephen, and my grandmother Elizabeth.
Our home was full of people, but somehow, in the mornings, it always felt empty.I went downstairs.
My mom greeted me with her cheerful smile. "Good morning, honey. Here's your breakfast. Eat it after brushing your teeth."
"Okay, Mom," I said, forcing a smile.
I brushed my teeth quickly and returned to the kitchen.
Breakfast smelled wonderful, but my siblings were still asleep.
I ate alone, chewing slowly, letting the quiet morning sink in.
Once done, I got ready for school and opened the door.
Mom stopped me and handed me an umbrella. "It looks like it's raining outside. Take this."
"Thanks, Mom," I said. She hesitated, then added softly, "Jane, I know I don't always have time for you… but if you ever want to talk, I'm here."
I squeezed her hand. "I know, Mom. Love you."
The rain drummed softly against the umbrella as I walked. It was just the sound of falling water—no memories, no happiness—only the rhythm of the drops.
At SchoolI
walked into the hallway. Faces passed me like drifting clouds, blank, moving back and forth. Did everyone else enjoy life so easily?
I entered the classroom quietly, sat down, and tried to disappear.
Then Mr. Peterson, our teacher, arrived. "Everyone, be quiet. We have a new transferred student—Mr. Zack."
"Hello, everyone," Zack said.
"I'm Zack Fin. I hope I can make some friends.""Thank you, Zack. You may sit before Alex," Mr. Peterson said.
He scanned the classroom, and his eyes met mine.
My heart skipped—not because he was handsome, but because he had a presence that reminded me strangely of my father.
As he walked to his seat, I couldn't help but notice him—the way he moved, calm and assured, like the classroom belonged to him already.
His blond hair caught the light, slightly tousled but not messy, and his green eyes were sharp, alert, and almost piercing.
His jawline was perfectly sculpted, the kind you only saw in magazines or movies, and there was a subtle British elegance in the way he carried himself.
He wore a plain white T-shirt, snug enough to hint at the muscles he clearly maintained from the gym, and a jacket lined with red and black stripes that gave him a casual, confident look.
Everything about him seemed deliberate, as if even his outfit were chosen to make an impression without trying too hard.
I glanced at my own uniform and felt suddenly self-conscious.
He didn't look like a student who just transferred; he looked like someone who already knew exactly who he was and where he was going.
And for reasons I couldn't put into words, that unsettled me.Class Begins
Mr. Peterson began class. "Take your books to page 112. Zack, read the introduction of the poem.""Okay, sir,"
he said, clearing his throat. His voice was deep, calm, and compelling."What's the Goal of My Life," by Robert. In this poem, he expresses his goal and desire to achieve it.
Mr. Peterson looked around. "Who can tell me their goal in life?"
Silence.
"Fine. If no one is willing, I'll call everyone, starting from the back."One by one,
classmates spoke: doctors, engineers, pilots, scientists…
Then it was my turn. I swallowed, took a deep breath, and said boldly, "I want to find the meaning of my life."
The room went silent. Everyone stared, as if I had said something forbidden.
Mr. Peterson raised an eyebrow. "To find the meaning of life?"
I nodded.
Luke, the boy who bullied me relentlessly, scoffed. "That's a loser's goal. Don't worry—your goal is to find your father's love… the one you already lost."
Mr. Peterson's voice cut sharply through the tension. "Enough, Luke. Go to the principal's office now."
Luke protested, but Mr. Peterson's glare was enough. He left, muttering angrily.
"Sit down, Jane. Next," Mr. Peterson said.
Zack's turn came. His eyes were cold, measured. "My goal is to become a businessman and help others achieve their goals."
"Nice goal," Mr. Peterson said, nodding.
The bell rang. Homework: think about your goals.
MATHS CLASS
During math, I tried to focus, scribbling equations. Zack's presence distracted me; he was quietly ignored by the teacher, focusing on his own work. I stared, and he caught my eye, smiled softly, and returned to his notes.
HALLWAY ENCOUNTER
After math, I walked down the hallway. I saw Luke leaning outside the principal's office. He spotted me, smirked mockingly, and said, "I'm still here. Don't think you've achieved anything."
I swallowed hard, keeping my pace steady. He leaned against the wall, watching me with that same arrogant grin, then went silent when a staff member appeared nearby.
CAFETERIA
Break came. Everyone left except me. Zack was in line. He turned, caught me staring, and said, "I liked your goal."
"Thanks," I murmured. "I liked yours too."
Blushing, I moved to an empty table. Girls clustered around Zack, but he seemed uninterested. My chest tightened, knowing Ashley was in Russia.
KEYCHAIN INCIDENT
At lunch, panic struck. My dad's gift—the keychain—was missing. I searched my pockets, my bag, under the table… even in my locker.
Then Luke appeared behind me, voice dripping with arrogance. "Looking for the meaning of life? Maybe you'll find it in the trash."
I snapped. "That's enough, Luke!"
He leaned closer, and I braced myself. "You've already lost your father… and now…"
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