Through Your Eyes

Nine: Hit the Books, Schoolboy!

-Brielle’s POV-

[two days after the event, in a snack bar at a mall]

“He’s hot. From which cloud did you pluck him from, anyway?” Marian talked after two hours of silent reading.

“Who?” I asked.

“Oh you know very well who I am referring to” she said.

“No, really, I don’t” I replied, she must be a little jittery after a glass of that strawberry smoothie.

“Mr. Photographer-who-took-your-number, Bri”  she shot back.

“Oh, him? I just met him somewhere in Florida, a week before the conference” I said.

“How?” she’s a little persistent when it comes to things like this.

Should I, or should I not tell her? I mean, I think I could leave the swearing part out, but then she can tell if I’m not telling the full story.

“ Do you really have to know?” I think I’m looking nervous.

“Sure, I’m your best friend, after all” she’s got a very funny tone in her voice.

“Promise me you won’t get mad” I tell her.

“I do solemnly swear, Bri” she insisted.

That’s when I told her how Sandy ran in random directions, dragging me to where the scent is taking him.

I crash into Lochlan.

He swears like there’s no tomorrow.

I kneel to pick up the bits of glass and food.

He stops me and washes my hands.

Then after having my hands bandaged, I leave.

“You can’t blame him, though, he didn’t know I was blind, plus, I think he’s poured a lot of time and effort into taking those pictures” I quickly added, just to make sure that she doesn’t get me wrong.

“Still, he should’ve been a little nice, don’t you think?” Marian shot back.

“Maybe, but he must’ve been shocked at what happened” I tell her, before moving on to the next page of Anthony Horowitz’s “Stormbreaker”, I’m already at the part where Alex Rider’s using his zit cream to escape from the death hug of the Physalia Physalis/ Portuguese Man o’ War, an extremely deadly siphonophore.

“His looks and charm are useless, the attitude kinda ruins it all” Marian still can’t get over it.

I laughed at that one. She’s really attracted to a lot of guys (haha), but once she finds out about the attitude, it’s either a turn-on or a turn-off for her.

“What does he look like anyway?” I asked.

“Oh how I wish I could lend you my eyes. You’d melt once you see him, I swear!” she swooned.

“Brielle, my dear, there are no other words to describe that beautiful face of his. Plus, a blue-eyed brunette like him is quite a gem” she added.

So he’s that good-looking, eh?

“Hoho, Marian, look at yourself! You’re head-over-heels for him” I said, with a joking tone.

Just as the conversation takes a turn for more laughs and harmless verbal teasing, my phone buzzed and rang from the right side of the table.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, it’s Lochlan, are you Brielle?” he asked. I’m gonna bet Marian will squeal when she finds out.