Halls of Ivy

Rough Encounters

Forgetting how to breathe is a daily cycle in my life, but this type of breathing is out of control. My heartbeat can probably be heard from the 2 people in the room, it's beating so loud that everything around me is probably rattling. A green-inked hand waved in front of me, I snapped out of my tracks immediately, "Sorry".

"No worries, you have to clean this glass up before my grandmother slips on it!" He snarls. No please!? BASTARD! I was so mesmerised in why his hand was pen inked green and he has the nerve to take me out of my reverie and yell at me to clean up. Rude Englishmen. Expected.

"Well" with that I turned, making my way out the living room. In hushed tones I heard the old lady's gentle voice "Nathanial, the dear girl was the one who helped me here, if she wasn't here I would have been drenched in the rain with blood sore wounds! Now go and apologise!"

"No gran, help or no help, she broke the glass, she can clean it up" he hissed. What a son of a-

"Ow!" I squealed, he shouldered right in to me, that's what I get for eavesdropping.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Shit, erm how do I get myself out of this? "Admiring the wallpaper". He looks at me quizzically and makes his way down to the kitchen. I follow suit, matching my footsteps with his. He abruptly stops making me tumble straight in to his broad back.

"Watch it woman!" he screeches. I thought his muscle-y back would've compensated for the pain my limp body gave him, I guess not. He needs to watch how he acts around me. We have a stare down until it dawns upon me as to what he just yelped.

"Is that any way to speak? You rude Englishmen!" with that I turned on my heel and left the house. Closing the door behind me I made a run towards my apartment. Stupid, stupid, stupid Englishmen! This day isn't any better than yesterday. How dare he just waltz in and speak down to me? Fair enough I am not as affluent as him but I have my fair share of wealth with me, he has no right to rod his superiority down my throat. Woman?! Absolutely no gentleman there, who knows how he got in to such a successful industry with that rude mouth of his.

Seconds later, I peel off my gear, put my pajamas on and brew myself some coffee. Pouring a cup, I make my way for the couch... nothing like binge watching random T.V will soothe these last 2 days. Surfing through all the British channels I give up and end up watching E! As I take off my robe and place my coffee mug on the table, I am met with those same hazel orbs I seen not too long ago. Nate.

Why is the universe picking on me this week?

Putting up the volume, the interviewer asks him about his recent modeling with some sort of cologne, after various non-anticipating questions, my ears perk up at the question of his love life. He replies that the pale, bony woman on his arm is in fact just a friend, he also comments as to how he is not interested in having a relationship as term time for teaching has begun. Oh that's right! I remember Zoe telling me he was a lecturer, but where?

Crap! Zoe will flip if she hears of the fiasco in the life of Isabella Iver's. Literally flip in somersault mode or flip as angry backflip slap her hand on my face to 'wake me up from my anti men world" Delusional is an understatement.

Turning off the T.V and making my way around the maze of flap pack boxes, I head straight for bed skipping my dental routine; my mind needs my bed more than my teeth need a toothbrush. In 2 days I will be at university all over again, moving my way forward towards getting justice, hopefully that will switch the mood up from what I have suffered with in these 2 days. 9pm, perfect!