London calls me a stranger

Chapter 2

Conor's POV

Samantha (or Sam) sat down next to me. I could feel my palms sweating. She was so pretty. Her messy bun, holding her thick, wavy, brunette locks away from her beautiful pale face. Her glasses framed enormous blue eyes. Dark long eyelashes lined the rims. Her eyes concerned and concentrated on something across the room. I turned my head to see what was her distraction and of course... Why didn't I guess! She was staring at Matt and he was staring back. Matt Webster, the womaniser of RU. His eyes full of lust to the girl who sat beside me. Only fresh prey for him.

She quickly turned her gaze away from him and focuses on Geller. I decide to be confident and introduce myself, I hold out my hand to her and say "I'm Conor by the way"

"Haha nice to meet you Conor" she says grasping my hand lightly with her soft delicate one. Her northern accent was faint. She didn't seem as though she was from anywhere else but London!

Her big blue sapphires trailed Geller's face and features, hanging on to every last work he said. Her full pink lip was taken between her teeth in concentration. That was so sexy. Her simple tee adored her slim body. Not being skin tight so you could see every curve but hanging from her shoulders and loosely caressing her chest, back and arms. Slowly clicking down the pen, she had in her right hand, she started to write, which is what brought me back from my Camelot.

The assignments were set and the class was dismissed. I swung my messenger bag over my head to the arm rested on my left shoulder. "Oh shoot" came a whisper behind me. I turned to see Sam on all fours gathering up her portfolio of photos. I got down on one knee and helped her. Picking up a photo of a landscape of a view from a beautiful mountain range. It was fantastic shot with some birds making a swarmover to the right of the photo and white fluffy clouds hovering over the west side if the photo.

"Wow they're really good!" I told her handing the photo to her.

"Thanks, my dads in the business" she said holding on to the photo an little too long. I picked up my notepad and we made our way out of the door. I turned back to ask her something, just then Matt came to her...stalking his new prey.

Sam's POV

Standing up, I saw one of my photos in the hands of the brown haired beauty. "Nice photo," he said in a husky and charming way. A north London accent falling smoothly like a river of chocolate.

Shifting awkwardly, I thanked him for his comment. Trying to take the photo from his hand he wasn't finished "that's a pretty girl there" he said, his posh London accent sending shivers down my spine.

I examined the photo in question and it was a modelling shot from back home. "That's me" I said slightly embarrassed.

He side smirked and came down to my ear and whispered "I know" mischievously, before handing me the photo and gave me a wink as he left me standing in the class room by myself.

Conor came in after he left. His eyes full of worry. "What did he want?!" He asked maybe a bit too aggressively.

"Nothing he just liked the photo" I said indicating the shot of me in a blue dress against a blank white background, modelling for my local boutique.

"You model?" He asked.

"Yeah... Well not as much now, I did when I was younger, I haven't had any jobs since then"

"Oh erm... here's my number," he said handing me a small piece of lined paper with the digits on them. "Call me if you need anything!" I grabbed an old bus ticket in my back of my skinny jeans and scribbled down mine in return. I handed it to him, which brought a smile to his face.

Once I'd gotten back to my dorm, April was being her usual self. Having the music blasting in her headphones. So loud that any noise from the outside world was undetectable. Her weird dances and terrible singing voice could be heard from down the hall. As I opened the door her back was faced to me. "CAUSE I JUST CAN'T LOOK, IT'S KILLING ME!!" She screeched along to the music. I nipped her sides giving her a fright. She must have jumped ten metres into the air, with shock. The look in her face was priceless! Ripping out her head phones she span around to see me, dying of laughter on my bed. "Fuck you, Sam." She half laughed, half shouted. She rugby tackled me into my own bed. We were about to start the war of the worlds, when my phone buzzed. Pushing her off me, I read the text; Hey Sam, it's Conor! Listen you know how you said you were a model? Well can you help me with this weeks assignment? x