It's early. I can tell from the way the early morning sun shines through my window. "How come my curtains are open" I say a loud to myself "I always shut them". I rub my eyes and turn over in my bed. I hear a clatter as the books from last night fall to the ground. Last night? What happened? I yawn and hear a snore from next door. "Oh, Lucy, yeah how did I forget? Lucy happened" I think to myself. Lucy my flatmate and was the biggest bitch you could ever meet. She was my worst nightmare and i hated her almost as much as she hated me.
I'd better explain. My name is Gracie McFall and I am 19 year old on Wednesday. I am studying at Liverpool University and living in a flat just outside of town with Lucy my flat mate. Mates the wrong word. Flat Acquaintance, I guess that's better. I'm one of the nerds, no one understands me. No one at all. My hair is a dark brown bush that won't straiten no matter how hard I try. I remember when I was young. My best friend and I were having a sleepover. She spent about 3 hours straitening it, it looked nice when it was done but went back to bush mode in less than a half hour. Memories. I love life at the uni but it's a shame I'm so far away from all my friends. I live in a small pokey flat that I share with Lucy, a girl everyone loves. Her blonde hair, perfectly straightened each morning seams to sneer at mine in a way no one else see's. Her light blue eyes are like a tap. She can turn on tears at any moment and capture the heart of all the guys she wants to. Shame they don't know it'll be over as soon as they've made out. I don't tell them of course. She'd kill me, plus no one listens to me anyway. I'm a nobody and everyone knows. She wears her makeup so thick that I have to unblock the sink every morning so that I can use it. It's really annoying but I guess I'm used to it. The thing I'll never get used to is her parties till late and then when everyone has gone back to their home she'll always have one left over to "have more fun with" the walls of the house are paper thin so I can hear the sounds really loudly. The rocking, the moaning, the laughter. Grim.
Last night she had another party. She told me she was having "special" people round.
Flash back
I am getting on with my Romeo and Juliet essay quietly on the kitchen table. I still haven't earned enough for my own desk so for now I use the kitchen table for all my work and projects. Lucy walks in. Her skirt round her waist. I look down at my work I know if I look up I'll see one of her many satin thongs. Her makeup gets thicker every day today I can't even see her blue eyes because of it all but I know they'll be piercing down on me anyhow. She glares at me.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she puts her face close to mine and yells at me. I can feel her breathe on my face, it stinks of alcohol and I try very hard not to show her how scared I am.
"Any way, Nerd, tonight I have some very special people coming and I don't want you to be seen." she grabs my stuff and throws it in my room pushing me after it. I scoop down and rescue my essays, books and textbooks. It's cold, I climb into my bed with my work and continue as a tear drops onto my neatly written work.
Flash back over
Its only now I realise that last night I wasn't kept awake by "THAT". It's been my best sleep for the whole 12 weeks I've been here. I smile. My Romeo and Juliet stuff lie on the floor I scoop down and place it in my bag. I look at the clock. 9 am. Perfect, I'll be able to go for a shower and relax. Hopefully she got so pissed last night that she'll sleep for the rest of the day. I gather up my shower gel, shampoo, conditioner and bathrobe. This should be great. Normally I have a load of guys in the house and wanting to use the shower so can't ever have a really long relaxing one. Today is my lucky day I guess.
After spending an hour in the bathroom. I put on my lacy pink bathrobe and come out of the bathroom and into the lounge to get my hair drier which Lucy had "borrowed" again. I brace myself for the mess and beer bottles that I'll spend my day cleaning up. As I enter the Lounge I gasp. Not only is the room spotlessly tidy but there is the hottest guy ever sitting on the sofa reading an old diary I'd written. He must have found them in the box I hadn't finished unpacking. The box I hid under the sofa because it was place Lucy would never look. He looks up and smiles at me as I gasp. I blush a shade of crimson red. I am standing in front of the fittest guy I've ever seen with my brown hair all messy from just being washed and about to be blow-dried. I am wearing a lacy pink bathrobe and nothing else. The bath robe reaches half way above my knee and with him looking at me I feel really uncomfortable.
"Hi, I'm Noah, You must be Gracie...I've read all about you" I'm creeped out at the fact a stranger knows all about me. I nod. Oh shit! He's one of them. He'll tell Lucy everything.
"Lucy said I could do whatever I wanted and when I was tidying up I found this stuff.... Sorry, I didn't mean to inflict on your private life but I found it addictive. You're a very interesting person. Definitely not a no body." I blush again and this time take my hairdryer and hear back to my room leaving him there.
I breathe in and out slowly trying to understand what had happened. Then I quickly wiggle out of my bathrobe and put on my favourite long sleeved top and a pare of blue jeans. I blow dry and brush my hair before putting in the little flower clip. I apply some lip gloss pack my rucksack and decide where to go. "Park or Library" I say out loud to myself. Park I decide. I take a breath before going out to see the strange man. Noah.
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