The one

Chapter 10

I can't believe him, who does he think he is! I suppose because he had such an amazing upbringing of bossing people around, he thinks that he has the right to do it to anyone he wants. Well if he thinks he is going to tell me what to do then he can think again. I am sick of letting people walk all over me, time and time again I tell myself not to let it get to me but I can't help it, growing up that's all I ever did was allow them to treat me like dirt off of the bottom of their shoe and it was like living in hell. I can't take that again, I mean the way he spoke to that woman in the first day I wanted to hit him, just because his family is wealthy doesn't give him the right to flaunt it around and use it to get places, it angers me so much to think that he does it because he can. No purpose, other than to make himself look good. He gains no respect from me, just disgust from witnessing it happen, what he does when he can't get his own way.

Taking me out of my own thoughts the sound of the shuttles horn beeping got my attention, the driver smiling as he pulled up opened the doors and I took the two seats at the front, eating my meal finally.

I got back into the dorm rooms an hour later due to a lot of traffic and decided that I should get ready, I had 2 hours and that should be enough.

I started by wrapping my towel round my body after removing my clothing and stepped into the shower with my shampoo, conditioner and shower gel at the ready, I turned the heat on full power but it wasn't hot enough to burn me so that was a plus.

I coaxed my hand in soap and began massaging it into my hair, the smell of vanilla filled my nose as I did so giving the fact the shampoo was in fact scented, I watched the water as the shampoo rinsed away and then applied the conditioner, which wasn't scented.

After my hair felt more manageable, I went on with the shower gel which smelt like candy floss and was heavenly.

I continued to stand in the shower, until I had become completely relaxed and ready to tackle my face, make up was not my specialty.

I dried myself off and proceeded to take 10 minutes to find a decent outfit to wear. I decided against anything brightly coloured as as stupid that is sounds I don't want to draw attention to myself, I went for a basic black top and on my bottom half went for my blue skirt that reached just above the knees, I placed a black jacket on top along with some black low wedge heels and I was done. I dried my hair into it's natural wavy self and put on some concealer under my eyes, a light layer of foundation and finally some black mascara. As if on time there was a knock on the front door, before going to answer I had one last glance at myself and sprayed some of my so perfume and I was ready to go.

Opening the door I was greeted by my first date, he was wearing a white shirt, blade jeans and shoes. his hair was styled messy and up and he looked pretty damn amazing.

"Wow! You look amazing Aria" he have me his dashing smile and I couldn't help but blush.

"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself"

"Well, I do try. Especially when it's you I'm trying to impress" He searched for my hand and I looked down, watching capture mine in his, he followed my actions smiling as he was doing it and intertwined our fingers giving me a sense of happiness I haven't felt in a long time. It's such a meaningless gesture to some, natural to others but to me it caused my knees to almost buckle.

Bag and phone at the ready I shut the door and as it automatically locks on it's own I felt no need to let go on his hand whilst following through with these actions. Noticing I was ready to go he smiled at me and pulled me along ready to start our date.

Walking down the stairs miraculously without tumbling down in a heap on the floor we headed towards his car.

"So are you gonna tell me where we are headed or do I have to guess for myself?" my tone coming across funnily so I'm not sounding rude.