The Odd Predicament I Faced

Chapter 4

It’s been a week since the incident happened and Amy has slowly stopped pestering me with questions like; were they cute? Was Liam as nice as they say? How soft were Harry’s hands? Did you get their numbers? Bullshit like that. But now I had more important things to worry about. 2 months ago, my school loved my paintings and sketches so much that they decided to put it up in their Gala, and there would be a party to show off my art work, so people can openly critique it. Tonight is the big night! I was so nervous that I re-did my makeup three times. I wore this deep red dress with black lace covering the bottom of the dress and the neck line. I paired it with my new gold heels and black and gold accessories. It was essential that I wear all of my best clothing; I have two thousand guests to impress! My make-up was simple, black liner, mascara and red lipstick that matched the dress. Checking the time, it was 2:47 p.m. perfect timing! My professor said to be early to make sure all the paintings, statues and sketches are in their correct spot. Grabbing my keys I headed out the doors. Professor McClain also mentioned a celebrity will make an appearance. Hmm, I wonder who it could be…

*Half-way through the Art Gala*

So far the Gala was going smoothly, actually not only was it going smoothly, it was fantabulous! Many famous artists came down and made an appearance, so this is who my professor was talking about! Currently I was discussing the inspiration behind one of my paintings with a guest. I swear nothing could ruin my night now. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw Professor McClain coming towards me with a group of guys behind him. I didn’t pay attention to who the guys were, I thought they were clients. I quickly finished my conversation with the other prof, and walked over to professor McClain. “Good Evening Sir!” I smiled warmly at him, the guys hiding behind McCain.

“Jasmine, My Darling! What a splendid outcome! Damien Hirst even made an appearance!” he exclaimed.

“Oh I know sir! I swear I fan-girled on the inside” I confessed, I mean it’s not every day you meet the Damien Hirst. I heard sniggering behind my professor. “Sir, I think you have a mini crowd behind you” 

“What?” he looked behind him and realized who I was talking about and laughed. “Oh no dear, they are here to see you” so Hirst wasn’t the celebrity appearance? “Jasmine, meet One Direction” and slowly the boys came out from behind McCain.

WAIT! HOLD THE PHONE!! DID HE JUST SAY ONE DIRECTION?!?!?

The last guy that came out from behind was, sure enough Harry Styles, or to me he’s just the jerk off that tried to sleep with me, smirking at me. Anger boiled inside me as I remembered what he whispered. I walked up to him and slapped him harder than the night at the club. I slapped him so hard that it left a perfect imprint of my hand on his right cheek. Everyone in the Gala witnessed this, gasped. Shocked to see that I would do such a thing. They probably thought I would drop to my knees and worship them, hahaha if only they knew…

Harry’s hand on top of my imprint, trying to soothe the pain I caused, horror written all over his face, leaving me with the smirk. One of the boys came to his rescue and stood in front of him while the others were around him asking if he was okay. I noticed Liam hanging out in the back, looking at me in shock. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?” asked one of the guys wearing black dress pants, white button up shirt with suspenders. Suspenders, really? He kinda looked gay to me, with his hair looking more perfect than mine.

I laughed in his face, “What? I thought he wanted me to rock him”. As soon as those words left my lips, suspenders’ face went from anger to confusion and turned to Harry for an explanation. 

Liam in the background was laughing, but it was Harry’s turn to speak, still holding his cheek “I didn’t mean it like that you… you… you witch!” He exclaimed. This only caused me and the boys to laugh along with Liam, heck even professor McClain smiled. 

“Oh? So what did you mean?” I asked in my most innocent voice, I wanted this boy to die of embarrassment. Judging from the colour of his cheeks, it was working. His band mates laughing at the situation.

“Oh… I uh… um…. I meant… um….” Harry stammered, growing redder by the second.

Suspenders went to Harry and smacked his hand on Harry’s back, causing him to tumble forward a little, “Mate, I think everyone in this Gala knows what you meant” sending Harry a cheeky grin, “And you,” pointing to me, whilst walking towards me, “I think we are going to get a long just great.” throwing his arm around my shoulder and giving me a genuine smile.