“ For next time I want you to pick a character from a book, whether it’s been a movie or not it doesn’t matter, and have it ready for assessment” Miss Smarty-Pants, as I always like to call her ( my sketching teacher at London University) signaled the end of the lesson with the usual “ Don’t forget your pencils!” She was, least to say, a bitch. Welcome to my life, my name is Blake Delandriel Hathaway , 19 years old from New York, USA and an art student here at the University of London.
I was here for a month and still got lost into the dark alleys of this city. It wasn’t much different from New York but still after a month I couldn’t find my way even back to my house. I lived near the river Thames, a very nice area I might add. I really loved my house.It was really old , built with bricks and massive windows that showed the river. It was a bit messy and unorganized but I liked it that way. It only had three rooms that were really big. One serves as my bedroom, living room, and kitchen and the other one as a studio for my studies. The third one was the bathroom. I’m an Art student, what did you expect? My dad offered to help me change the room arrangements but I disagreed. I loved it that way.
On my way back to my house, unfortunately for me, it started raining. And not the nice, cute rain that was soft and genially nice, no, it was raining cats and dogs. Lucky enough I found a Starbucks nearby for a shelter. I walked over to the cashier and ordered an espresso to wake me up. After all it was only 10:00 am. I sat down near the window and watched as people rushed to find a shelter of their own. Many of them entered the coffee shop but couldn’t find somewhere to sit and exited immediately.
Not finding anything interesting to do I pulled out my sketchbook from my brown leather messenger bag I carried with me everywhere.
I decided to draw Albus Dumbledoor from Harry Potter. I sharpened my pencil and started working on the outline of his body.
Time flew by and before I knew it the rain stopped. I turned back to my work. I had been focusing so much on Dumbledoor that a sudden tap on my shoulder scared me so much I practically ruined him. A black, thick line from my pencil went from the middle of the page, across Albus to the other side.
I was so pissed right now.
I turned around abruptly to see who had rudely interrupted me only to meet with two mesmerizing green eyes with brown flecks. Remember me being like a bull and fuming? Well, not anymore. A guy, a lot taller than me stood in front of me holding two cups of coffee .Still oblivious of the disaster he caused.
“I had been watching you for two hours now you didn’t even drink your coffee so I thought I could get you a new one so we could drink it together! I’m Jack by the way!” He introduced himself happily.
“Yeah, that’s really nice of you Jack, but you should’ve been at least a little more gentle. Look at what you’ve done” I replied to him showing him my poor Albus Dumbledoor sketch, trying to act like I’m mad. Failing miserably.
He examines cautiously my work giving me the chance to study him properly. To say that he was handsome would be an understatement. Chestnut hair, fair skin with a few freckles here and there and of course his completely captivating eyes. Blood rushed to my cheeks.
Jack looks at me apologetically. I am truly sorry. How long will you take to fix it? Is there anything I could do?” He stares deeply into my eyes still standing up.
“Well, no. I guess I’ll need to start it over again.” I said looking at my poor drawing once again.
“Well,” He started huskily as he sat down opposite of me handing me the coffee, “ the reason I genially approached you was because I am currently conducting an exclusive research regarding the aura of a person for my drama class.” I raised a brow at that.
“Oh really?” I replied cheekily. “ And what kind of research might that be?” I took a sip from the coffee he bought me. What was it? It tasted weird. Sweet but not too sweet. I liked it.
“I need you to look at this weird guy with black hair at the back of the café, the one pretending to read a newspaper but is repeatedly looking at us, and tell me how much of an asshole he is!” I looked directly at the back of the room and my eyes met with a rather peculiar guy with black hair and tattoo’s on his arms. I returned to Jack.
“Who else are you going to ask?” I questioned him jokingly not answering directly.
He smiled a half smile looking at me. He was one sexy bastard. My breath came out hitched.
“No one, you only fit the criteria” He replied.
“Which are?”I started enjoying this flirtatious, little game of his. He was charming and seemed intelligent. Rare nowadays! But I wasn’t going to chicken out. I’m not some kind of a weak girl that her brain cannot function properly at the sight of a drop-dead, handsome lad! I was raised to be an independent, strong, opinionated woman… Bullcrap… I know…
“Beautiful, mysterious young lady around her twenties, probably American…” He left his sentence half-finished.
“And what do I get if I contribute? What’s in it for me?” He smiled at that. Win!
“Dinner with me of course!” He replied instantly.
“Aren’t you cocky!” I exclaimed “ However, unfortunately for you, I don’t date drama students… Sorry!”I said and returned to my left looking out of the window.
“That wouldn’t be a problem here since I am a dropout.”I turned around to face him. He had this smug smile spread all over his face. I just couldn’t resist! I smiled bback at him…
“Sure then! Saturday, at 7, same place. Please be just.”I told him as I was standing up grabbing the weird coffee on one hand and my leather bag on the other.
I walked a few steps aware of his eyes that were burning holes in my back. I turned around one last time and spoke loudly so he could hear me.
“And thank you for the coffee Jack. It was lovely” with that I turned on my heels and exited Starbucks to be greeted by a very happy sun.
A small smile crept to my lips as I thought about the weird, handsome guy I just met. I would normally think that he was a prick but there was something about him that I couldn’t explain. I kept thinking of him as I entered my apartment/studio.
Get a grip Blake! He is just a guy, you don’t even know him, my inner goddess scolded me reading “ Fifty Shades of Grey”.
I was never head over heels for a guy. Hell, I’ve never even experienced how it is to love and to be loved back. Yes, I had boyfriends before but none of them made an impact…I was bored easily. I knew I was the problem all along. I always caused fights because I had more male friends than girlfriends and I liked fooling around. Well. Not THAT kind of fooling around. I was just flirting. I never cheated on a guy. It’s just that my male best friend, Marcus, liked to hold my hand while we walked and we liked to joke around a lot! So what? It’s not something wrong… It’s not like he was hitting on me or something. It’s just that I’ve known him since forever and I openly admit that I really love him. It’s a sign of intimacy. Nothing more.
I’ve broken up several times for that. Marcus never got along with any of my boyfriends he got to meet and he was always very protective of me. There were times when he felt bad about it but he shouldn’t have been. After all, friends are for forever and boyfriends aren’t. That’s my moto.
That’s why I’ve never been committed seriously in a relationship. Well, the longest I’ve been is four months which I reckon is good enough. But then again it wasn’t like I was constantly sleeping around like a slut! I was 19 and I’ve had five boyfriends ( and had sex with only two of them). I’ve never done a one-night-stand and I think I dress decently…So I’m not a slut, am I?
My phone suddenly vibrated with my classy “Should I stay or should I go” soundtrack by The Clash. Lord, I loved that band. I immediately recognized the screename.
“ What do you want Butler?” I answered him jokingly.
“I love you too, Hathaway! You really hurt my feelings. Did I ever mention how beautiful and talented young lady you are and how much you brighten my days now that you live only two blocks away?” He replied as charming as possible.
“Okay… What do you want?”
“Oh come on! Don’t treat me like that! You’re my bestie… am I not allowed to compliment you once in a while?” He was trying to act innocent. Trying the keyword.
“And I’ve known you since we were in diapers running around. Either you tell me or I hung up.” I answered him as lovely as ever.
“You see, my lovely angel, I desperately need you to escort me to a classy event I am obliged to attend” Finally he reached the point of the conversation. I just knew he wanted a favour.
“Classy huh? Is this some youtube thingy you’ve been doing lately?”I questioned.
“Yes it is! And I don’t want to suffer without you plus I need to bring a date and I don’t want my sis ,so pretty PLEEAASEEEE come” He begged. This could turn out interesting.
“Alright, alright. When, where and will get to wear a tux so I’ll need to dress accordingly?” I gave in too easily. He was such a smooth talker. I spoilt him.
“Great! I knew I could count on you! It’s on Thursday, that means tomorrow and I’ll come to pick you up at 9:00 sharp with dad’s Mercedes. Please be just and dress nice. It’s classy I said.” He ordered me.
“Yeah, I know stop being a freak already. I’m doing you a favour, you owe me! oh! That means you’ll be my slave for a week. That’s the deal. Sorry Marc. Love you” I hung up giggling as I hear him flipping out over the phone.
Better start on that damn project!
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