Fifty Shades Deeper

Chapter Five

I said goodbye to Eric as he went off in the direction of the business block, which was no surprise to me since he was so dedicated to my father’s business.

I followed the direction in which Lily went and made my way into the art block.

Not a single wall was bare; they were covered in bright colours and pieces of art done by previous students, all seemingly talented.

I took a deep breath, this kind of décor was refreshing to me, I had never been in a place with not a single white, plain wall, and I was used to plain.

This was a pleasant change.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A quiet voice came from beside me; I looked out of the corner of my eye to see a waterfall of brown hair.

“Speaking to me, Miss Heirs?” I tease, a small smirk pulling at my lips.

“Considering we will be spending the next three years together, I thought it would be better if we were on speaking terms.” She shrugged.

“I feel honoured.” I laughed, looking down at her.

She looked up to meet my gaze, her pink lips pulled into a very light smile, and her brown eyes, the colour of chocolate, almost sparkled.

“You should, I don’t have much tolerance for Greys.” She says, her smile faltering slightly.

I frown. What is this grudge she has against us?

“Well, I hope I can change your mind, Grey is but a name.”

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” I hear her whisper.

“Shakespeare.” I note.

“My favourite.” She replies, blushing slightly.

 “Why didn’t you study English? I heard Shakespeare is one of the main units.” I ask.

“I prefer the visual beauty of Shakespeare, the image that runs through your mind when you read it, rather than the written meaning.” She answers.

“Good answer.” I nod.

Lily turns and walks down the hall, making me follow.

“Are you excited?” She asks when I catch up with her in a few steps.

“I suppose.” I laugh, excitement was something I haven’t truly experienced since I was younger, now it was just anticipation.

“I am.” She grins.

I smile to myself, this is the longest and most civil conversation I have had with her, and it was quite nice.

“What kind of art are you most fond of?” I ask.

She thinks for a moment, her brows creasing together, then smiles when she decides.

“Pencil art has got to be my most favourite, it’s the most simple, yet detailed.” She grins.

I nod. “What about you?” She asks.

I think, most art forms are enjoyable, whether it is painting, drawing or moulding, but the one art form that stands out to me is glass moulding.

“I like glass work.” I say, feeling slightly embarrassed for some reason.

“I went to a glass museum when I was younger, it was beautiful, and everything glittered.” Lily replies, almost speaking to herself rather than me, memories taking over her thoughts.

“I haven’t had the chance to go to one yet.” I say.

“You should.” She smiles at me.