Learn The Game

TATUM

Chapter 11

Right after I closed the door on Alfred I immediately started to send the pictures I took. I didn't have to check the pictures because it was a new SD card and all the pictures that I took that evening were the only one's on there. It didn't take long for the pictures to be sent to Jerry. 

After taking a shower and cleaning up, which was only about half an hour. Jerry had replied back saying that he really liked them. I felt so happy that my first pictures that I took without any editing or filters for this career turned out great. 

I braided my damp hair into a french braid then putting it up into a bun. I was pretty exhausted from today. In-plus I have to get on another plane first thing tomorrow. I was heading towards France, which I've always wanted to go there, not because it's the city of love. But because most of my mom's side of the family was raised there. So I have some french blood inside me. 

I was slightly excited for tomorrow, so I had to play some instrumental music for me to fall asleep. I woke up from my phone buzzing against the night stand, and it was still dark outside. So when I looked at my phone it was blinding for me to look at, but it was James calling me at three a-clock in the morning. 

"Hello." I said tiredly. 

"Hey we already have your suit cases and items packed so you just have to get ready and head down to the main lobby." Some how he sound's wide awake. 

"Okay, did Jerry buy me a whole crap load of clothing and stuff again?" I questioned.

"Yup, he said it was a award for the first time you did those pictures. So I'm guessing he's supporting you in clothing and other items, but enough talking get ready and head down stairs. We got a plane to catch."

Before I could say another word, James hung up on me. I got out of bed, walking over to put a white cotton T-shirt with skinny jeans. And over that was a black jacket, with black wedges. I had mascara and a nude red color matte I put on my lips, which went well against my olive skin. But don't think of the Matte red lipstick that's popping off the skin. I was as if my lips were a bit more red than normal it wasn't anything dramatic. 

I grabbed my bag with everything in it. Right when I opened my door I ran into someone. When I looked up I was surprised that I saw Alfred in front of me. He was bare chested with grey shorts on. It was a little dark in the hall, but I could see the outlines of his abs and muscles of his arms. His golden brown hair was messy, as if he's been rolling around in bed all night.

"Where are you going?" He questioned with a husky voice, which left a bit of my brain falling for how he spoke when he was tired but I quickly shook that out of my head. Because I couldn't be thinking about that, I can't get any where close to him. 

"Leaving." I was ready to rush past him but I couldn't, I don't know why but my body wanted to stay.

"Leaving? Why?" He rubbed his eye, than brushing his hand through his hair. 

"I have to take pictures somewhere else now." I bit my bottom lip nervously, because I knew he was going to ask where I was heading to next. "In France." I looked up into his demon blue eyes, for some reason they looked ice cold. 

He cleared his throat, through I was sure there was nothing blocking him from talking. "Well bye." He brushed past me, as if I was nothing to him. There was a little spark of pain in my chest, but I just pushed it off my shoulder. I turned to look back and saw him walking away. So I walked the opposite way. And as I walked away I felt as if he stopped in the middle of the hall to look back at me, but I doubt it. 

As I headed down towards the main hobby I pushed past the small feeling towards Alfred just like he pushed past me in the hall as if I was nothing, so I did the same. Through I couldn't help but wounder why he was on my floor, specifically near my door? I really need to stop thinking about him, because it's simple the way he just acted was a hint towards that what he and I did right here in Italy was nothing but a joke.  I saw James smiling at me, so I returned one at him. Hoping that he wouldn't notice what I was thinking.