The Gypsy in Studio 53

1. Souxie the Heartbreaker

"You Biznatch!" Ellise practically screamed at my ear as I passed by her in the hallway. I smiled at her   sweetly, "Please. I've heard worse, Ellise." 

Biznatch? Really mature. Why can't she just say "bitch"? I usually forget that Ellise is the daughter of some pastor, so I guess that's why she can't say it straight up. Whatever. She's overreacting, really. I mean seriously, I stole her boyfriend and we've been secretly dating for five months now, so what? They broke it off a couple of weeks back and she obviously isn't taking it very well. I mean, isn't getting dumped an everyday thing for her since she's as ugly as my grandma and her cat morphed together? 

"You really ticked her off." My lame excuse for a bestfriend, Lizzie, told me as we brushed past the sophomores in the hallway. 

"Look, Ellise had it coming. She's plain ugly. Besides, Terence had been throwing me flirty signals since the semester began. He was obviously cheating on her with many other girls aside from me. I actually did her a favor." I hate being the bad girl. Hah. Who am I kidding? I loved it! After all that's just who I am. 

"You scare me sometimes, Sou. So how long are you going to keep it up with Terence anyway? I really think it's getting rather old." Lizzie probed. I rolled my eyes at her and walked through last period. We sat down on our usual seats. I don't even know why I'm friends with Lizzie sometimes. She just doesn't get me.

"Lizzie, calm down, Terence and I are meeting up tonight. I'll break it off with him by then. I'm really tired of his clingy-ness." I whispered as the professor lectured on.

The professor rambled on and on about Gypsies, Witches and Culture. Blah, blah, blah. I doodled on my notepad until lecture ended and the bell rang. Great. In three hours, I'm calling it quits with Terence. I loved being the bad girl, really.

Lizzie and I waved goodbye and I made my way to the parking lot. I spot my ride with a dude leaning against it like it was his. I let my long, wavy ebony hair loose and walked up to him. 

"This Fatboy yours?" The boy in some sort of European accent asked without moving a muscle. I brushed my above-the-knee skirt and unbuttoned my vest, getting ready to ball this guy. He had some nerve leaning onto, Benny, my HD Fatboy 2006 model. I couldn't care less about my outfit now.

"Yes, and I don't like strangers in leather jackets leaning against my ride so casually." I raised a brow and meant it to be threatening.

The dude straightned up and stood about five inches taller than me. His height didn't faze me. "It's a beaut," he said, exaggerating the last word. He eyed me cephalocaudal-ly. I rolled my eyes at him and scowled. " Are you leaving me alone or what?" I said impatiently. I assessed the guy in between my brows. He had brownish-black loose hair, a sharp nose, perfectly tanned skin and green eyes. Not typical and sort of hot in a weird way.

"Chill there, babycakes. I was just admiring your little toy.You better be wearing a helmet with that. I'll see you around." And with that, he took off without looking over his shoulder.

Weird.

The ride to my studio took around fifteen minutes. I parked Benny in the garage and took off my helmet and started for the glass door. I encoded my passcode and the door slid open. The lights automatically switched on as I entered my home. I call it studio because I work there as well. I'm into clay art and pottery and use mostly the small room beside the garage as my workspace. The space wasn't big for Boston but it suited me well. I lived alone and by that I mean, I can do whatever I want. I go to this university to finish up my degree in Fine Arts and I make clay pots for a living. 

I slipped into my bathrobe and took a much-awaited shower. Breaking up with Terence won't be  easy but it's enough a reason to look twice as stunning tonight. I walked into my closet and chose a blue and white polka-dotted dress that stopped mid-thigh and wore a red belt with it. I slipped into my Hot Red Jimmy Choo's and picked a white Nine West clutch. I sat down in front of my dresser and blowdried my hair. I put on my pearls and did my make-up. I had this thing for Kohl eyeliners but had to resist putting it on tonight. Tonight, I had to look sweet for my own good. I stare at my reflection and pouted my red-stained lips. Perfect. At least, Terence will remember how beautiful I am on the night I break it off with him.