The Gravity of Us

Chapter 2 (Blake)

I sat in the grass, staring up into the sky. The sun broke through the thick blanket of clouds and brutally beat down on my face, making me cover my eyes from the harsh light. It distracted me for a second, but it didn't matter. I couldn't stop imagining the girl with the golden brown hair.

And those eyes...

They were big, innocent, and filled with marvel. I was mesmerized the moment I saw them. They were deep pools of raw honey, and I had every intention of exploring them.

I can still see the way her cheeks reddened when I caught her staring, I think I might have pissed her off. I used my hand to scrub my stubble, and began to think.

Did I piss her off?

Nah. You're Blake Masterson. Charming, funny, hot, and you have good dental.

I smirked to myself as the list continued.

There was no way I pissed her off.

I closed my eyes for a second and allowed a blissful sigh to escape me. After blinking a couple of times, I brought my watch to my face and glimpsed at the the time. I was an hour late to my second class of the wait.

Not like it matters anymore..

I frowned as the darker thoughts I had been supressing resurfaced. I didn't want to think about that right now. I honestly wish I had never known, forcing me to practice all that jazz about ignorance being bliss.

However, technically speaking, that class is two hours. I still have time to show up..

Nah.

And so, after a long and tiresome debate, I laid back down into the the mossy grass and tore a dandelion from the ground. I shielded my eyes and placed it in front of the of the sun.

Here's to endless opportunities

I blew every last seed into the air and watched a breeze cradle them until my eyes couldn't track them.

With both hands supporting my neck behind my head, I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

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My eyes fluttered open as I began to wake up. I sat up from my nap and watched the sun blur into the horizon. Reds, yellows, and oranges of all kinds stained the sky. It was much chillier than before, so much to the point where a crisp gust of wind felt like a thin cut.

I stood up, dusted myself off, and looked at the time.

8 pm

I had two miscalls and 20 text messages, including one from Jessie. I grimaced at the thought of having to endure her when she finds me. I sighed, and trudged towards my appartment.

My stomach felt empty, so when I spotted the one of the best restuarants in town, my stomach croaked like a frog. The Green Factory was a massive hit the moment the company finished building the restuarant, however they weren't winning any points for the name.

I yanked the open one of heavy glass doors. Walking into The Green Factory was like arriving at the coolest lounge in the city. It was always buzzing with energy. Despite being constantly busy, whenever you visit it always seems as if you were specifically invited. It is so nice that it almost seems exclusive. The furniture inside was very urban, somewhat resembling a high-tech café. The was a separate part of the restaurant filled with more casual seating such as designer couches, and then there was the at main dining area; this consisted of white leather booths, a high-top bar, and plenty of contemporary white chairs with mahognany tables to match. The floors were polished pine planks, shiny enough to impress, but not cause any slippery incidents.