Love Me {Sequel To Last Hope}

Chapter Two-Judging American Brit

"Rejection is an opportunity for your selection." - Bernard Branson

T E L L I E

I had been in London for not even a full twenty four hours, and already I wanted to leave. It wasn't even mostly because of my mother. Thought it haunted me in my sleep and I woke up screaming at one point because the woman horrified me, but it was the little things. Like I could get up at nine for my ten o'clock class and just get changed and go buy coffee and raisin toast from Starbucks and just actually not have to talk to anyway, or the fact in New York I had my friends right down the halls.

I had never actually had so many friends before. The girls included Jessica, Marie, Hope, Clary (her parents are so awesome), and Leia, and that was just friends I hung out with, there was all these people I talked to in and between classes it wasn't funny. The guys included obviously Romeo, Michael, Declan, Jason, Josh, Ky, Zack, Mason and Scottie. It was actually weird having friends. I'd wake up and escape my dorm mate Cher. Cher was a real bitch. Probably because someone either came up up buyer and sang I've got you babe or I want you back. She was a bitch either way and she was one of those girls who liked pastel colours and dresses; I liked ripped jeans and band shirts. We didn't exactly have a great year together.

I missed New York mostly right now because I missed the independence. The feeling of it at least. I got woken up by Dad slamming my bedroom door open, snapping, it's fucking eleven thirty Tellie, and when I finally went downstairs because I needed coffee I was stuck in the most awkward situation ever. And it wasn't that there wasn't any coffee to be found in the whole entire house. Though that was an issue. All I had found was tea and I had actually barely had it because American's had bad tea anyway. So I was so used to drinking coffee every day that I almost cried.

"So how was New York?" Eleanor asked. I was officially stuck. It would start like this. How was it? How was school? What did you do? And it would get to Why did you ignore us all for a year? Why are you such a bitch?

"Fine." I said bitterly. I had settled on tea and as I drank it it just felt wrong. So I was leaning on the kitchen bench looking at my mug in disgust and wondering how I had gotten this far.

"I'm so glad I spent all that money on this school if it was just going to be fine." Dad mused.

I raised my gaze. "I said New York was fine. Nobody asked about Juilliard."

"How was Juilliard then?" Eleanor continued. I shrugged. "So it was fun? You made friends? You didn't get shot by the Americans?"

"It was fine." I settled. I could have raved on about Juilliard if I didn't want to escape the conversation. It may have been the best year of my life.

"Did nothing interesting happen? At all?" El was pushing. I could have said that the Hampton's was great. I could have that I stayed in Josh's parents giant beach house (turns out most people I ended up friends with all had rich ass parents) and on the Fourth of July we started a bonfire on the beach and smoked a joint or two while illegally drinking American alcohol.

"It was fine." I said. They were both staring at me in frustration, and i just shrugged. "It was just school." I added. "There's not much to say." I could have said that in America they really go over the top for Halloween, and that Jessica, Romeo, and I had gone clubbing in slutty costumes and I had had a pile of numbers at the end of the night.

"Wow, I'm so glad i spent all that money." Dad said sarcastically. I didn't take the time to be bothered.

"Are you saying nothing interesting actually happened to you in the whole year?" El asked dully. I could have said a lot of things. A lot of things change in a year. I was beginning to wonder what had changed here in a year.