All Of Me

Chapter Nine

"International law was starting to developing in 1945, when in conjunction with the UN started, which was later followed by the adoption of the UN Declaration of Human Rights. " Says today's lecturers. She's tall, British and redhead. A very sophisticated lady. If I remember correctly her name was Amy, and of course something more, but you know me, I'm not listening. Amy has an high position in the United Nations and therefore thought the headmaster of legal and law programs at the University that we would slightly dress more formal than we use to be. Which I think it's because the University wants to collaborate with the United Nations. You know, law students, they come in with sweatpants and flipflop to our classes, or some of them does but not today. I'm wearing my business dress and a pair of black pumps. My dress has short arms and a narrow black belt on my waist. This is perhaps a bit too much. Anyway. While I listen to our lecturer Amy and her British accent while she speaking of international law, I can't stop thinking about Nicholas. It's been a few weeks since we had that awful dinner. I think he's an asshole, because he said that he was not looking for a relationship, or it's was something like that. The possibly what this could have led to would be something good, or my gut feelings are telling me that. Oh, I've been sitting here for three hours, I ate no lunch, I'd rather sat in the library and studying. I take my exam soon, just a month left. I need to keep my head up and be the great lawyer I want to be. 

I hear everyone starts to clapping, oh huh? Is she already finished. I applaud as well. Everyone stands up and so do I.. Shit, now I realize how tight my dress really is. How can I breath in this? I take my computer and put it in my beloved bag, which I then throw over my shoulder and start walking out of the hall. Before I go out  my headmaster stands against me and holds out a piece of paper to me. 

- "Gabriella Johnson, I think you might like this article to your bachelor thesis, it's about 'Childrens rights in Asia' " my headmaster says. 

- "Oh, thank you so much! I promise you to send my bachelor thesis in right time!" I say and receive the paper. He gives me a smile. I get all warm inside, he must be the best headmaster ever, he is so nice. I try to read the article while I walk out. As usual, it's full of people. This article's introduction is really good.  When I'm going  to look up on which direction I should go to, I wonder for myself if maybe I should go to the center of Stockholm, just to take a coffee and studying. But just right there and then when I look up someone  stands against me disturbing my thoughts, someone that I recognize. Oh, no. It's Nicholas.

What is he doing here? Is he here to see me, no, he can't be. He is here to discuss certainly possible cooperation with the University, yes, I think so. I take my paper and hiding behind it when I walk past him. "Gabriella, Gabriella !!!" I hear someone shouting after me. I'm not going to talk to him. I try to take big steps with my far too high black heels. But I feel how someone grabs my arm. I get pulled against him so I have face to face towards Nicholas. I feel how my feelings begins to start. Why is he here, of all places on earth.

- "Do you trying to avoid me?" He says and holds his hard grip on my arm. God, how I've missed his voice, his British accent and his face. He is so beautiful. 

- "Well, run away I would rather say" I say. he is not happy, because he range his eyes at me. 

- "Run Away? " He says, inspecting me from head to toe. "Wrong type of shoes then, Miss Johnson" he says, smiling. Oh, my God. His smile is better than I remember it was. I get all warm inside but this is I don't know, it's something else. I can't help myself  from smiling. My anxiety disappears, God, I've missed him so much. 

- "Are you busy?" He asks. Nicholas still has not released my arm. 

- "It depends" I reply. Will he ask me out again, then I say no. I understand him now. I will not be his doll to play with, not with my emotions.

- "I  admit this isn't a good place to talk this things about, and you know what I'm talking about. Let me take you out so we can talk." says Nicholas. I think this isn't a good idea. Last time it went like that, we did not talk for weeks. 

- "It's probably not a good idea, considering the last time," I say and pull back my arm. 

- "Gabriella, please! You misunderstood me last time, let me at least get the chance to explain, " he says, and I can almost see his anxiety through his big blue eyes. 

- "Honestly now. Last time when we were in public it didn't go that well, maybe we should take it over the phone or email instead " I say. A small part of me says I'm too strict. Nicholas is one of those guys who just want to play with girls like me. Be hard on him.

- "I want to see you, not what you say over the phone or reading your emails. " He says, taking my hand. Oops, what happened now?

- "I don't think it's a good idea," I say, shaking my head, I'm ready to go.

- "Please, Gabriella! I beg you! We can go home to me, I have an apartment in Stockholm city. I take you home whenever you want, pay your ticket for the train whatever, just let me do justice for the last time, if anyone knows how important it is with justice, it's you " says Nicholas, and this time he stands closer to me and looks me into my eyes. He really wants to talk to me. Oh, and he wants to take me to his apartment. How will this work? Should I go? This man, what is he doing? I'm not going to sleep with him. What if he thinks that? No, I won't. 

"Whatever you trying to do here. Just so you know, I'm not going to have sex with you." I say with an attitude. He looks quite shocked at me at first but then he smirks at me. I put my arms in crossed and he gets that I'm serious.

- "Gabriella, please. I won't do anything, I promise " He says and looks into my eyes.

- "Okay, let's go then" I say. He shines up like the sun, like a child on Christmas Eve. He starts to walk and takes the hold of my hand. Oh my god what have I gotten myself into.