Forevermore (On Hold)

3. I Meet A Boy

Chapter 2

His translucent skin almost reflects mine under the beaming golden lights. His drop dead gorgeous hazel pair of eyes stares at mine which is boring and plain. No, his eyes are darker than hazel, they are most likely black. Except, nobody's eyes are black. And besides, nothing should ever be that dark.

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The only question left hanging on my mind is, who will actually be able to pay the rental for this apartment? This one is a big deal though.
I've never thought my parents are that loaded. I know they are, but not this extreme.

I put on my old jeans and end up feeling not-so-fabulous tonight. Then decide to get out of this place. I almost get into the elevator when I run back into my room, plug the charger off my iPhone and then I am finally ready.
For,.. What?

Now what?

Oh my. Without having any idea what I'm going to do, I push the elevator button and the door springs open. I get in and scan my card. I push the button 'L' as it lights up red.

The elevator stops on the 16th floor and the door opens. I push the close button after few seconds and the door shuts. Then it opens again. The hell.

"Sorry," a boy rushes into the elevator, and is about to scan the card but then pulls back his hand, so my assumption is he's probably heading to the same floor as me. His voice was deep and clean. He's wearing a V-Neck grey T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He looks gay.

"No problem," I give him a crooked smile and turn my face away to the elevator's wall. I stare, looking at nothing at all.

"Are you new here?" He questions me.

"Yeah," I answer shortly, my throat is still dry from almost twelve hours of sleep. I really could use some refreshments.

"I'm not a stalker though," he laughs dryly, "Never seen you before,"

"I know," I laugh, joining him.

"Going somewhere?" He says whilst raising his eyebrow.

I shrug cluelessly, "Probably."

"Ah, are you French? I notice the accent," he looks at me with a curious look.

"Mm-hm," I nod awkwardly.

"Just as clueless as me when I first got here," he acknowledges.

"Really?" I ask not-believing in what he just said. I thought I was weird since New York is not a dead and dark city, this city is illuminated and alive. Full of attraction. Not knowing what to do or where to go is just stupid.

He nods then the elevator door slides open. The lobby smells like jasmine. Or rose. I don't even know.
I look at him with a go-ahead-look when he refuses and gives me a ladies-first-look. At least that's what I think it is. I step out then wave at him innocently.

I walk past the lobby desk and push the button next to the door to open it. Gosh I just realized how many doors I've been through today. So many. I think to myself whilst walking out and get overwhelmed immediately by the cold wind that barges around my body.

I twine my arms around myself, inciting. How did I forget to use sweaters or at least a coat. I guess clueless doesn't even suit me anymore.
I think what suits me is: no brain. That's right, I act like I have no brain. Totally.

What makes it even worse is that I don't even know where I'm going.
Cold and confused, that's me.

"You really don't know where you're going, do you?"
I turn around and see the boy from the elevator looking at me in pity.