London calls me a stranger

Chapter 12

Sam's POV

I woke up to a cold, windy day. The wind whistled passed the window as I lay in my warm protection of my bed. I felt Ruby shuffle back into a comfortable position. Then all of the memories firm the night before flashed back in my brain: Matt's remarks, dancing with Conor, Matt's face, and Ruby screaming at Andy. The thought made me shudder, seeing my best friend in such pain and distress. The thought made me uneasy.

I shuffled out of bed and got dressed: a thick navy jumper, black leggings and a converse. This was my usual go to outfit. Today I had my first acting class. I woke April up as I left. She let out a groan of protest, not wishing to woke from her slumber. Ruby was already stirring from my movements but she was still captivated in sleep. As I walked I listened to my music, bopping away to Ed Sheeran, You Need Me.

When I arrive in the class the first person I see is Matt. His wide brown eyes glinted when they locked with mine. I became stiff. I was scared of him. He was intimidating. But something about that made him more attractive. The way I needed to play hard to get and the way he would still run after me. He needed to be tamed. "Well hello there" he said bright and bubbly.

"Erm hi" I replied confused. Why he seemed so happy. It seemed that he always forgot about what he had done until I mention it. As if his memory was whipped clean until I jogged it. "Why the long face?"he said confused in an innocent voice.

"Nothing, nothing. So you were great last night!"

"Oh yeah thanks. Listen I was trying to say this last night before we were interrupted" his tone turned dark and husky, his arm snakes around my mid-back. "I'm really sorry about Monday, and I do want to make it up to you." He whispered.

"The thing is Matt," I said pushing him away creating distance. His arm would not allow me to go to far. "You said that last time and then you turned all seedy on me again, I don't like it Matt, I'm n-"

"Not that type of girl. I know! This time I promise no tricks no nothing."

"I'll see"

Just then a tall thin man came in, "welcome class!" He said in very deep voice. "My name is Professor Fairwell and I will be your teacher, drama couch and most eventfully your ticket into the acting world!" I felt Matt's eyes trained on me. He wasn't allowing me out of his sight. Professor Fairwell hands us a script and pairs us up. I was with Matt... Perfect... We started with something "easy" to start off the year. A piece that was written by Fairwell. The scene consisted of me shouting at Matt after he cheated and ended with me storming out but he pulls me back in for a long kiss. Why?! Why?!

"Why did you do it Johnny?" I asked reading the lines. We doing a read through before we stood up and began with blocking.

"I'm sorry about Monday Sam" he said in a hushed voice

"T-that's not the line Matt?"

"I know, I know" he slid his chair closer to mine and took my cold hands in his enormous ones. "I'm really sorry, I just want you to be happy. I want you to be mine..." The last sentence was said in a majorly hushed tone.

"Okay now please can we g-"

"I mean it...ever word. Here." He said handing me a slip of paper. Unfolding the piece of parchment, I am stopped in my tracks by Matt. "No, no wait until the end of the lesson... When your alone." Giving a seductive wink. Continuing the script work for another hour or so, we were finally let go, with homework to practice. Matt stood up and put my chair back like a gentleman and reminded me to look at the note "remember when your alone" and with a flash on his brown orbs, he was gone.

Once I had padded the long walk back to my dorm, I sat down on my bed and took a sigh of relief. Isank into the soft mattress. I was alone in the room. Only the distant calls of other students echoed thought the ajar door. I took the but of crumpled paper out of my pocket and flattened it out. It read;

7:30pm,

Front gates,

Wear something pretty,

M x

I gazed up at my wall. A collage of me and Matt's black and white photos from Covent Garden hung above my bed. The photos seemed to even possess our laughter and sounds of our happiness that day. Well if that was the first time. Where will he take me now? What's the harm in going? I enjoy his company. I'm going that's it! But a thought in the back of my head ticked away. I shoved it aside.

Forcing my wardrobe doors open, I begin to dress for the night ahead.