I'm Not That Girl

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

           “Nick, let’s go!” I yelled anxiously through the door of the hotel room. All I could think was that we were going to be late.

           “I’m coming!” he called back. He was never prepared! He was making us late, and it was going to make me look bad!

           Currently, I was trying to get out of the hotel with Nick to go to a dinner with my uncle. We had been in London about a day, and the teachers set down the basic guidelines for us: No.1 Curfew was at eleven p.m., and if we weren’t in the room by then, all electronics would be taken from us. No.2 Don’t get arrested. No.3 Try to “Cite-see”. And No.4 No partying or clubbing. They basically said we could do what we wanted, unless they had an activity for us. They were really only concerned about losing us. If one of us were to go missing in London, the school would get into quite a bit of trouble. Most kids (Girls, really) were just going shopping. Nick and I, on the other hand, had a real engagement to attend.

           I was rooming with Kara, the next room over having John, Phillip, and Nick in it. The teachers were idiots. They seemed to not comprehend the fact that there were a connecting doors between rooms. We had been keeping the door open, and it seemed to be working just fine.

           “Nick!” I groaned, taking a final look at myself in the mirror.

           Though it was hard to admit, the dress I was wearing was gorgeous. It was sleeveless, and has a comfortable waistband around the middle. On the top was sheer black with an embroidered bodice, and a black pleated skirt flowed out on the bottom. It was just so pretty!

           Now, my shoes, on the other hand, were a completely different story. They were back platform, shiny pumps, which looked good, I guess, but they killed! My hair was down, laying on my back in natural waves.

           The whole reason I was all dressed up was because of my uncle. He was a big deal CEO, and was taking us to some fancy restaurant, so we have to look “Presentable”.

           “Nick!” I screamed again, about ready to drag him out of the hotel.

           “Yeah?” he said, appearing in my room. “Wow; you look really hot.”

           “Thanks,” I said, quickly glimpsing at his outfit, which happened to be undeniably acceptable. He had on a simple, black, pullover, V-neck sweater, with a blue and white, striped, collared shirt underneath, and a pair of dark gray slacks. He undoubtedly looked… gorgeous.

           “Yeah, I know, Elle, I’m a lot to take in. I’m pretty damn hot myself too,” he joked, as I realized my “Quick glimpse” had turned into me practically drooling over him.

           “I hate to admit it, but you look pretty good,” I said sheepishly.

           “Excuse me? I look amazing!”

           “Uh huh, sure,” I rolled my eyes. “We have to go.”

           “Aw! Can’t we just ditch your uncle?” he whined.

           “We could, but then I’d be leaving him with a bad impression of me and you. So, no.”

           “Before we go,” he said, coming up to me and putting his hands around my waist, “let me just taste your lip-gloss.” His face grew closer to mine to the point where I could feel his lips on my own. Kissing Nick felt like I was in heaven, and I didn’t want to ever leave. Those precious moments of affection we shared, were the moments I cherished.