Choice

Chapter Five: The Upcoming Competition

Chapter Five: The Upcoming Competition

I opened my eyes, I saw his blue mesmerizing eyes staring into mine and his hand about to touch my face “Uhmm...sorry...I was just, uhh..trying to..you know?” he stammered with a failed poker face expression, which I think looks cute. I felt my face heat up, so I turned away my face from him. And as felt him move away “I-it’s okay” I tried to think of something, I quickly tried to put all of my things in my bag. 

“Sorry but I have to go” I told him trying to smile but failed, I stood up after started to walk away from him. I am sad for leaving him there all of a sudden.

I turned around looking confused “What?” I asked him.

“Y-your number, can I have your number?” he asked, I observed him, he looks nervous.

I began to approach him again “My number?” I asked.

“Yes” he said with that cute failed poker face expression, I felt my face heat up again. I fumbled out a small pad and pen from my bag and began to write down my number and gave it to him “Here’s my number” I said.

“It’s Nick, Nick Brown” He said with that smile that almost made me melt to the ground.

“Oh, okay Nick Brown, Here’s my number” I said smiling after he took the paper from my hand.

“Well see you later Liz” He said, I blushed. How’d he know my name? Maybe he overheard us during our conversation with Vincent.

“It’s Elizabeth” I told him, should have I told him my name? Nope, it’s too late now! I thought to myself.

“Well see you later Elizabeth” As he said my name in such a flirtatious manner. Oh my god! I think I just died inside.

C’mon Liz! Say something! “O-okay” I said, turned around and walked away daydreaming about that Nick Brown Person.

Everything around me seemed to have stopped. I kept repeating his name again and again in my head. I sighed, when will I get to see that handsome Nick Brown again, his lips, and his intoxicating blue eyes. 

I was snapped out of my trance when my phone rang, maybe it’s him? I asked myself with excitement running through my veins, I looked at my phone ‘one new message; unknown number’ I opened the message my heart broke when I read that it wasn’t him it was Vincent, hey, how’d he get my number? I just shrugged and read the whole message;

‘Hey, Liz! Vincent here! I got ur number from Kris..oh and Ms. Underwood wants to also talk to ya here in her office..so hurry up!’

Oh great, now what will Ms. Underwood want me for? I walked briskly towards the dean’s office.

I saw Vincent sitting on the bench outside the dean’s office looking bored as hell “Hey Vincent!” I said while approaching him.

“Hey, Liz! Ms. Underwood is inside talking to Kris but she said that it’s okay for you to just enter.” Vincent said. So I entered Ms. Underwood’s office and I saw my best friend Krista sitting on a chair in front of Ms. Underwood’s desk while discussing about something.

I knocked on the open door and the dean looked at me “Ms. Elizabeth we’ve been waiting for you, please have a seat” As she gestured on the chair beside Kris, I sat down “Please make yourself comfortable” she said smiling.

As I settled down on the chair Ms. Underwood resumed the discussion.

“Well, Krista and Elizabeth, most of your teachers including me are aware that both of you are part of the top students list that excell in most of your classes; illustration and practical tests to name a few.” She informed us.

Both Krista and me looked at each other and have this confused expression. “So what does that mean?”  I asked.

“We want both of you to to be one of the candidates to represent our school in the upcoming fashion design competiotion.” She continued.

Both me and Krista jaw dropped and eyes wide, ‘cause of the news Ms. Underwood told us. “B-but I don’t know how to sew!” I explained to her. I really don’t know how to sew that much unlike Krista, I know how to design clothes and illustrate but sewing? A complete no no. Yeah I know, even though were in second year college already I never really paid attention during sewing classes, I thought to myself. I know a only little knowledge on how to sew.

“I know you can do it Elizabeth P, and the competition isn’t in two moths time, ask for help and have people teach you like your best friend here” I glanced over at Kris with a smile and saw her smiling back “I bet that you have many friends that are willing to help you.” She said smiling.

“I-I can’t it’s in two months! I can’t learn how in a short time!” I exclaimed, as I flung my arms in the air.

As Ms. Underwood is ready to reply, the office’s phone rang.