Rachel Zegler Smile Novels & Stories

she said sternly. “Ha… even though Jason is heartless, you are way ahead of him!” I saud, gritting my teeth. Sge was wearing a grin, unperturbed with my words. “Are you angry? This is just a reminder to you that you will surely get hurt while stealing a hot potato!” Rachel retorted with a devilish smile. How I wished I could rip that smile on her face! I thought internally.

I whispered in her ear. “I missed you too.” She responded by holding me at arm’s length. For today’s outfit choice, Rachel sported a black crop top with the words "bite me” faded across her chest along with a pair of ripped black jeans and Converse shoes.She looked over my shoulder at Derek and then back to me with a devious smile. I mouthed “don’t ask” she hummed and gave me a wink before holding out her arm to shake Derek’s hand and introducing herself. “And who are you?”

Rachel immediately pulled away from me when she saw the little girl who just ruined my chance to kiss her. It was the same little girl who was part of the family of three Rachel had just been watching. She had her shoulder length hair tied into two high ponytails that bounced on her head, her face was round with two cute dimples on both sides of her cheeks which showed even more wherever she smiled. She was cute... But she just interrupted me, so I glared at her. "Thank you, and I think you look really cute". Rachel answered back with a smile. She was about to say something else when she noticed my glare and shuddered.

Rachel was Zoe’s friend and they had planned to hang out today and Zoe invited me because she didn’t want me to stay home and sulk Despite my mild protests , she didn’t budge, she kept insisting and deep down, it had made me very happy. I smiled, feeling carefree for the first time in weeks. I took a bite of my lasagna, savoring the rich flavors and textures. "Mmm, this is so good," I said, closing my eyes in appreciation. Zoe and Rachel giggled, their eyes sparkling with amusement. "We told you it was the best Italian place in town," Zoe said, grinning. Rachel nodded vigorously, her curly brown hair bobbing with the motion. "And the best part is, they have an amazing selection of desserts."

“I didn’t know that.” “I’m telling you now.” “Leave the girl alone, she only has to warm on her smile, that way you’ll attract more customers.” She says the last part while reaching across the table and squeezing my hand. I let the smile out, feeling my cheeks warm. No doubt they’d be painted a deep pink now. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Rachel said pointing to my face. “I have a feeling everyone is going to love you darling.” That bit of doubt creeps back in, “What if they don’t?”

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per

Kristen smiled and pulled her close, her fingers still lightly stroking Rachel’s side. “You’re going to be trouble.” Rachel laughed. “Good. I’m done being good.”

Everyone shifted their gaze in the direction. Zara froze. Arms crossed. That smile. That devil-may-care stance. “Ace?” she breathed, her anger faltering into disbelief. Rachel staggered back, clutching her cheek. Before she could react, Zara yanked her ponytail like she was ringing a church bell and delivered another sharp smack. “Kids, that man is right. If you can't insult them back, just beat them.” Rachel screeched, lunging forward and clawing at Zara’s hair. The two of them spun in a ridiculous tangle, hair flying, shoes slipping, chairs toppling.

Roslyn settled into her favorite armchair, laptop open, and connected the video call. Chris's face appeared on screen, followed by Rachael's bright smile. "Hey, beautiful!" Chris said. Roslyn smiled back. "Hey, guys! Congratulations again, Rachael." Rachael's eyes sparkled. "Thanks, Roslyn! We're thrilled." Just then, Zane toddled into the room, curiosity etched on his face. Rachael squealed. "Oh, is that Zane? Can I see him?"

“Am I, though? Because last week, you were sighing over spreadsheets. And now you’re smiling at the air. What changed, huh? Something you want to share?” “Nothing changed,” I said too quickly, reaching for my coffee cup to hide my face. “It’s Monday. New week, new energy.” Rachel snorted. “Uh-huh. Sure. And I’m the Queen of England.” I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. “Just drink your coffee, Rachel.” But her teasing grin stayed all morning. Every time she caught me smiling at my screen or zoning out, she’d make an exaggerated heart shape with her fingers, making me throw paperclips at her.