Today, in particular, I love the start of a new week just a little bit more.
I awoke to Georgia with a warm cup of tea and a Pink Truffle donut from The Sugar Hole with her insisting that a donut a day keeps the hangovers at bay. I hadn’t been bombarded with questions from either Jace or Georgia all weekend. Hell, I haven’t even seen Jace since that crazy car ride a few days ago.
But what truly tops off my Monday is that I have gone a full four hours without any interruptions from—
“DON’T ANSWER! DON’T ANSWER! DON’T ANSWER—” The cautionary tone of my mother’s custom-made ringtone cracked the happiness spell I’ve been under as I pulled my vibrating phone from my purse.
Decline.
Mondays are my favorite days, even if they’re the day that Lorelei Smith decides that she wants to be a parent. With a small huff, I brush off the call that I ignored and smile, stalking towards the lecture hall for Film Studies 3002.
I can’t contain myself as I work my legs to move faster toward the building that is every media major’s wet dream. The media building holds four lecture halls, as well as five distinct studios where students are allowed to practice andfilm for projects and assignments. It’s also used for the school’s broadcasting club to film their random videos and news segments.
This building alone played a major role in my decision to transfer.
Sucking in a deep breath, a content sigh expels from my lips as I step foot into the building. The expansive modernized atrium catches my breath as my eyes travel from the marble flooring to the high ceilings where silver light fixtures in the shape of abstract cameras brighten the naturally lit area.
“Wow—” The word gets knocked from my body as a strong force pushes me to the side, I close my eyes in anticipation of hitting a wall and sigh when the impact never comes. Instead, my body is being held by strong warm hands and I tense again as the owner of said hands apologizes.
“I’m so sorry! I thought you heard me say ‘wait up’ but then I realized you didn’t when I practically ran you over, and then…” His words grew distant as my phone began to ring its annoying tone again, essentially blocking him out.
“DON’T ANSWER! DON’T ANSWER! DON’T ANSWER—”I ignore the call and force a smile.
Blake stands in front of me with a weary grin as he looks down at me. His beautifully blue eyes are so bright and warm, I almost get lost in them as he and I share a quick look.
“You going to get that, Princess?” he asks, warm hands letting me go, finding solitude in his pocket.
“Hm?”
“The call… You know, the ‘don’t answer’one.” He laughs for a moment, then looks off to the lecture hall in front of us.
“Don’t worry about it… I have to go,” I quip and turn on my heels, heading toward the lecture hall where I’ll be for the next 16 weeks. As I enter the hall with my head down low, I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I’m being followed… I almost ignore it until the creeper following me decides to bump into me for the fun of it.
“Watch it.” My teeth grit, side-eyeing the tall smiling male beside me.
“Oh! Cleo Jones, look at that… We’re in the same course!” Blake gasps, feigning shock as a cocky smile slowly but surely crosses his face. If I’d knownthat he’d follow me around like an anxiety ridden puppy, I wouldn’t have let him go down on me last weekend. But oh, was he amazing at what he did… If I think hard enough, I can just feel—
No.
Absolutely not. I cannot go down that road.
“Looks like it.” I sigh, pushing aside my dirty thoughts and sliding into one of the many rows in the middle of the hall.
Not too far from the front where my non-glasses wearing eyes aren’t straining, and not too far from the back where there are fewer people. In the hopes of getting away from the large entity that is Blake Wilder, I sit by a girl with her head down.
From this angle, I can’t see her face because her dark brown curls cover it, but she seems to be drawing something. She has an edgy vibe, wearing a leather jacket and black jeans but her aura is enchanting.
“Take a picture but make sure you get a good angle,” she teases, lifting her head to reveal a dazzling red-painted smirk.
I think this might be the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen. Her deep brown skin glows under the ambient lighting of our lecture hall. Her cheekbones are high and soft whilst complimenting the small Marilyn Monroe mole on her upper lip. She smiles as if she’s also checking me out and sticks her hand out, seeing as I’m still dumbfounded by her.
Blake snickers behind me, snapping me out of the haze.
“Denver Castillo,” she says with a smile brighter than the sun.
“Cleo…” My voice is breathy as my cheeks warm. Denver’s smile widens as she nods, and then it suddenly drops as her brown eyes wander behind me.
“Gross, Cleo, you brought a fly in with you.” She frowns as Blake lets out the most obnoxiously loud laugh I’ve ever heard.
