Beautifully Taken

Chapter Two

“I want him! I hope I get him!” India said as we waited patiently in the waiting room for Mr. Wilson to show up.

I laughed lightly and turned my head to face her.

“I know you do India, you've been saying that ever since we found out about the project.” I told her.

She just smiled and wiggled in her chair even more. “I'm just excited. I wonder who I’m gonna get!”

I laughed again.

“What happens if you don’t get Dylan? Then what'll you do?” I asked her.

She looked at me and shook her head.

“I don’t know. Its not like it's the end of the world. One day I’ll be rich and famous and i'll get some money and go see him on my own. Either way, we'll end up falling in love.”I shook my head and chuckled.

“Alright class, I will assign you a room number, you will report to that room and start working. Got it?”

 Mr. Wilson asked as he looked at us all individually.

We all nodded.

He started reading off names and I waited paitently, listening for what room I was expected to be in.

“James 20, Allison, 21, Jake 22, Breanna 23” He said looking up at me.

I nodded and got up and started off towards the right direction.

The halls were empty today, probably because people were either in their office or at home on their day off. The walls were a tan color, almost like the a creamy chocolate but a little lighter. And the floorswere white with colorful dots almost unnoticeable.

I walked down the long narrow hallway until I finally reached room 23, I hesitantly gripped the door, a little nervous about the project. I turned the knob and walked in.

The room was a nice little room, well...little room was an understatement. This room had to be the biggest room in the building. The walls were white with a blue strip running across the middle, blue carpets to match the walls, clothes racket already filled with clothes and shoes in the corner by a computer and cameras and a background drop with a stool and lighting material in front of the  southwall. A room, which I was guessing was over by the background drops with the light on inside. I was guessing someone was in there.

“Hello?” I asked, hoping someone would hear me and come and tell me when we were getting started.

“Just a minute!” Yelled someone in the bathroom. I could tell my the husky boyish sound that it was a man.

I waited a few seconds looking around the room a minute.

“Hey, does this tie-” a guy started asking as he walked out of the bathroom.I looked over at him and he raised his eyebrow.

“Youre not Todd, you must be the college student assisting him?”

I smiled polightly and nodded holding out my hand.“That would be correct, hi, I’m Breanna Wing.” I said introducing myself.

He smiled and took hold of my hand with a firm grip.

“Nice to meet you Breanna, I'm Ian, Ian Somerhalder.”

I cocked my head to the side. I recognized the name, I know I heard it before but I couldn’t quite put my finger on exactly where I heard it.

He chuckled, knowing I was confused.“Sorry, let me help you, The Vampire Diaries, Damon Salvatore.” He explained.

I smiled then laughed lightly. I knew I had seen him somewhere. I recognized his chizzled face with stubbly facial hair, black messy hair that hung just above his eyes, his beautiful smile and his absolutely mesmerizing sapphire blue eyes. I swear, the color of his eyes made you think you were looking into deep dark depths of the ocean. Me and India every week would sit in our dorm and watch the vampirediaries on my laptop. But that was two years ago, before my mom had died. After she died we quiet watching it, I was too lost and upset to continue to watch it any further. Infact, after she died I didnt watch anything. No TV, radio or books. I just stayed in my room for a whole year thinking about her and looking through photo albums. It had hurt too much to listen to music because every song on my ipod or radio seemed remind me of her, and TV didn’t help. Everyone on Tv had their parents. Theywere still living.

“Oh! Right, right. Yeah. I know who you are. Me and my friend love your show. Great acting by the way.”

Ian looked down at his jacket he was gripping in his hands.

“Thanks, takes a lot of hard work.”“ I bet” I said.

Just then a man, who I guessing was Todd whom I would be assisting for the next couple of months, walked in and looked shocked to find me hear.

“Oh, youre here. Sorry I’m late. Had to stop for gas.”Todd was short chubby old man with brown eyes, with hair circling around his head and metal bifocal glasses pushed all the way up the bridge of his nose. He sort of looked like a shorter, skinnier  and younger version of Santa clause.

I held my hand out for him to take and introduced myself.

“Hi I'm Breanna Wing. I will be assisting you” I said.

He took his hand and introduced himself as Todd Jenkins. Such a typical last name for a guy like him.“Lets get started! What do you say Breanna?”

Todd asked me.

I smiled brightly at him.

“I say Yes!”