Run to You

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I woke up almost 2 hours ago with terrible neck pain, probably staying up late trying to finish a 15-page presentation was not a good idea. I still managed to get up and get ready for a busy day...

With yesterday's class getting canceled, I had to do it today along with another class on 'Writing 101'. I also had to go to the library today, go to Roseanne's fashion exhibit happening in New York, I even have to buy a cake for Liz as it's her birthday.

Finishing up with the biomedical sciences class, I bid farewell and go sit in the Starbucks downstairs. 

Yesterday comes to mind and so does his face, it's amusing but deadly in a way I don't like. He seems unexpecting almost like he can do something that'll make anything instantly bleed but with that vulnerability expressed in his eyes, it seems like he's so easy to break himself.

My mind is already packed and thinking about it, I can't handle it anymore so I'm just going to go to the writing class I have to take and teach the kids how you express emotion through your words.

I love the students from this class because they listen attentively and their writing skills have improved so much!!

And the happiness I achieve from their success is what I like to accept...

I just got off the call with Rosie and complimented her amazing designs for the in-house brands and she's gotten so good that I have to visit her. I even got myself 3 of the dresses; the Valentino and Chanel one was exquisite and the Dior one designed our little sign from childhood that I almost cried.

I have to go to the Paris bakery to get the cake for Liz now as she likes simple and plain cakes with elegant writing on top.

I decide on the plain vanilla cake with strawberries and make sure to get the exact writing of Happy birthday in french.

Rushing back home, I hurriedly keep the cake in the fridge and decide to get ready.

I wear a short black dress which showed off my legs and wore black net tights so that it goes with my black Louboutins. I let my hair flow through my back with my bangs kept slightly tucked to the side.

I put on slight makeup but with a smudged red lip.

I hurry downstairs with the cake and gift in my hand, struggling to open the car door I let out a frustrated noise but it finally opens and I reach the venue in 15 minutes.

Entering through the gates, I feel the cold wind brush through me in an uncomfortable way but I ignore it.

Liz welcomes me with wide arms as I wish her a happy birthday aswell as hand her the cake and the gift, she kisses my cheek and tells me to go enjoy while she wanders off to the Netherlands.

Being an introvert, I make my way through the crowd and get tons of stares but somehow I get an inner feeling of someone looking at me like they know me, it's uncomfortable to people but I don't find it like that all...

I order a martini and stand near the bar to get a good view of all the people around... the alcohol doesn't affect me anymore as I've always been the boring one who has terrible high-tolerance and I only get tipsy if I have at least 6 drinks, maybe that's why I don't drink much to be safe. 

Always.

Following the shadow behind me, I notice that someone is clearly standing behind me and waiting for me to turn me back.

I take a breath, ignoring the fact that someone is right behind me. I sip my martini and my hand shivers when I feel slight touches of fingers on my thin waist, I gasp and turn back to be greeted with a face that I almost gag with relief.