Another Cliche Cinderella Story

15

Cleo's POV

As soon as I got home that Saturday I done all of the work Vivianne had left me to do. Dylan had asked for advice about some girl and frankly, I don't think he will get anywhere, not with his temper and personality. He is a jerk, no matter how many times he says sorry he will still be some bad boy player which couldn't give a damn about anything, except for this girl he speaks of. As soon as the day continued Sunday arrived and before I knew it I was back at college.

The next two weeks went quickly, Jake and I had gotten a lot closer whilst I helped him with his photography. I still hadn't worked out what lesson he was from and it was starting to get on my nerves college was over in one week and I still hadn't met him outside, face-to-face. Nothing too bad has happened from Jenna and her minions, only the usual, tripping me up and calling me vile names. I'm so used to it I don't even bother to actually listen to them know.

Dylan hasn't changed in the slightest, he might have apologized but he hadn't done anything about it. He still sits and watches me get pushed about and it's making me angry. We had a discussion, okay maybe an argument about it and he still doesn't do anything to help me out. And after all, I helped him with my so-called advise the best he could do was help me out but know he sits back and lets it happen. I feel like ripping my hair out.

"Hey," Jake says excitingly as he walks into the room. It's such a normal thing for us now that we know it's only going to be the other when In the dark room after college hours. Jake slides next to me, nudging me slightly towards the other side of the room before he gets his photos ready to develop.

I watch closely from behind as he develops the photos correctly by himself.

"That's it, you finally did it without my help," I cheered like a child. It felt good to know I had helped someone achieve something and they actually appreciated it, unlike when the girls forced me to do there homework. 

Saying that Jenna gave me more of hers to do. And it's not even homework it's her coursework for her final exam. I'm so tempted to write the wrong things, but she promised me that if she didn't get an A* she would post the photos everywhere. I've had to spend my own time reading information for her work when I should be focusing on my own work.

I still haven't had anything through the post from Dales art academy, I'm hoping that's a good thing because it could mean they're waiting to send it once they know my final exam mark. I'm predicted an A, so fingers crossed they will take that into consideration and give me a place.

"I finally did it and it's all thanks to you," Jake whispered as he picked me up and flew me around in a circle. We gazed into one another's eyes for what felt like hours but were merely seconds. He placed me on my feet gently before tucking a small piece of my hair behind my ear. How could he see me? I flinched away, thinking he could see who I was. I could slightly see his brows creasing.

"What's wrong?" He said as he stepped closer.

"Nothing I just... don't worry. Look your photo is ready," I quickly changed the subject. I couldn't exactly blurt out that I didn't want him seeing me.

"Don't change the subject, what's wrong?" Damn him, he won't give up.

"I'm just being impatient, I still haven't had anything through the post about Dales art academy and it's driving me nuts," I quickly speak. That was part of the reason why I was acting weird but as well as I didn't want him finding out who I was.

"I'm sure you will find out soon and if they don't let you in, they are the ones missing out on some roar talent. Just look at your work, they would be stupid to let someone like you slip through there fingers." Jake is so sweet, how have I not met him outside of here? Maybe I have and I don't even realize it. There's a lot of Jakes in the college so it could be absolutely anyone. I know he is my age and that he retakes math but he still hasn't told me what course he does.

"Jake, what course do you take? I've waited forever for you to tell me," I begged hoping he would now tell me.

"What's the big deal about you knowing what course I do?" Jake snapped. I didn't mean to rattle him I just want to know, there's no harm, right?

"Because I feel like that's the only thing I don't know about you," I said kindly, hopefully, he won't snap again.

"Like I don't know your name?" I stayed silent, "exactly, don't question me when you won't tell me your name." He had a fair point, he doesn't know my name and half of the things about me. I do trust him but I can't be sure that he won't run away once he knows who I am. Why do I even care, really why do I? It's not like I have a crush on the guy...

No way. No, no I do not.

Yes, I get a warm fuzzy feeling when I'm around him and we talk and have fun but that can't mean I like him. Right? We've known each other for what? Two weeks?

"Sorry," I mumble quietly.

"It's okay, I didn't mean to snap at you," Jake said softly as he pulled me in for a hug. I could smell the scent of his cologne, it was intoxicating, I wanted this hug to last. It felt so nice being in someone's arms, with someone that listened to me and didn't judge me. After a few moments, we pulled apart.

"You know you don't seem like a real Cinderella to me," Jake chuckled. Where did that come from?

"You know nothing," I mutter quietly. The truth is, he doesn't know the half of it. I live with the three witches from Macbeth and there's nothing I can do about it, except move when I'm hopefully accepted for Dales art academy.

"You know I heard that right?" Oh crap, kill me now "what is it, you can tell me, I'm not going to tell anyone," he whispered gently against my ear, his breath tickled the back of my neck as he placed his chin on my shoulder. I maneuver my head so that our cheeks are touching, whilst glaring into one another's eyes.

My eyes were glistening, I was struggling to hold back the tears. I wasn't going to cry, not now. Not in front of Jake, I've done it to many times before.

"Do you really want to know?" I stuttered as I pulled away, walking to the other end of the room.

"Yes, only if you want to tell me. I'm not pressurizing you into telling me if you don't want to" Jake said sweetly as he grabs one of my hands and holds it tightly.

I nodded quietly before going to speak.

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