Raymond

Chapter Three💚

Nathaniel's POV

30 minutes later

Staring at my bedroom ceiling I try to comprehend what had just transpired in my driveway. She seems truly amazing.

That can't be the Clarity Woods.

This couldn't be the girl they told me to stay away from. What could she have done to have people, well one person, talk like this about her, I mean this is Raymond. Everyone here has their own story of getting to this town sure but being here shouldn't everybody accept each other because they are here.

She sure is beautiful though.

My mind started to wonder back to how she looked 30 minutes ago. In all honesty I couldn't see anything past her eyes, her face, her smile and that large amount of curly brown hair that seemed like the frame to an expensive painting.

Her skin being the perfect contrast to her light brown eyes that were circled by her long dark lashes. Her smile. Oh my soul, her smile. Those dimples. A person like her shouldn't eben exist, but she does. The only problem is the fact that I was told to stay away from her.

Don't get me wrong, I don't go out believing every bionic blonde I come across its just that I'm in a completely different place now. I didn't know that Raymond even existed until my dad told me about his job opportunity. I'm in an area where if I don't take heed of what the locals say I could easily get in trouble.

Besides she might end up being one of my dad's patients and we all know the professionalism behind the work of a psychologist. What if me dating her would cause it's own problems that would hinder with her healing progress, thus in turn ruining my dad's reputation.

I couldn't risk it.

I was getting sick and tired of worrying about what 'could' or 'could not' happen on my bed, so I got up and finally took in my room. It's good thing that my dad, even after he separated with my mom long before the divorce, still remembered my tastes. As girly as it may sound I am an incredibly fashionable person. I'm not into the brands but I do appreciate a good style.

I think it started when I met up with my best friend, Yuri Cawston. Yuri is half Japanese and he only moved to London when I was just a freshmen. He spent most of his life in the more traditional side of Japan so it was only natural for him to bring along his traditional style.

We quickly became friends and everything seemed more legitimate and ordinary after that. It was only when my mom and dads marriage started to take a turn for the worst when I started visiting his house more often and let's just say I was captivated by his cultural background.

Everything about his people, their traditions and their heritage just caught my attention since day one. Now everything that I am consists of something remotely Japanese. The style seemed to suit me more so imagine my appreciation when my dad made sure that my room felt as much of a hybrid of mordern England and traditional Japanese as possible.

Firstly was my bed with grey and black covers and pillows, which was a good ten inches from the ground and surrounding it was a make shift miniature black book shelf that had all my books. Then there was my desk which was pretty standard. A black wooden table that has my Apple Laptop, my digital desk watch and a picture of me and Yuri.

The wall to the right side of my bed consisted of pictures frames filled with all my favourite memories from England. Pictures of all my family and friends, all the crazy outings and ridiculous group photos. My cello leaning right beneath the frames next to boxes of clothes that I still need to unpack.

The left side of my room was mostly windows, well it was kind of fifty fifty thing. The top of the wall was all windows and the bottom was a wall built sofa with speakers on the sides. Simple yet practical.