I am His

Part One

The day started with hot black coffee in my hand and a university assignment that I should have started weeks ago. Shakespeare books surround me, and the glare of my laptop hurts my eyes. The project was due in this afternoon. I had to proofread and check my story before submission.

The story had taken 5 weeks to write and a further 2 weeks of corrections to get it to this point. The idea of me mocking Shakespeare gives me chills down my spine. I had decided to rewrite the play Othello, but in modern day. Where instead of Othello being a soldier, he is the head of a drug gang in London. Cheesy? Yes. But I felt like it gave the story a different angle.

Three hours later with an empty cup by my side. I finish and submit the story. Finally, no more terrible story writing until September.

It was mid-May, and the skies where blue outside my window for once. In my flat, only two people remained, me and Anna. I needed to stay in London over the summer because my parents are moving to a new house and I could not move back in until they have settled. And for them that meant I would not be going there until Autumn half-term.

Anna on the other hand was moving back in with her parents for the summer. She was moving back in after her exams. She has only two more left and then she is free for the next 4 months.

The thought of her leaving was sad. I didn't know whether I would be lonely or happy living in this flat on my own. There was five of us living here before. Me, Anna, Alex, Robbie and Lexi. The others didn't have exams for the year, and they all moved back home a few weeks ago.

I get up and start putting all my books back on the shelves at the side of my desk. The room I had was small, but it has enough room to have a desk and a double bed in here.

I grab my phone from off my bed and turn it on. I always turn my phone off when I am writing. I feel like it distracts me. At this point my phone had been off for nearly two days.

A few nights ago, me and Anna was celebrating only us two living in the flat together. We both ended up drinking way too much and re decided that we were bored of being single. So, we did what any normal 20 year old would do, join a dating site.

Anna made us both a Tinder account and we started swiping on the people who we found attractive and who we didn't. I didn't really like men my age. I felt like they were too immature and didn't understand that my writing means everything to me.

I wasn't feeling Tinder, so I went to find another dating site for people wanting someone older. Obviously, all that came up was sites about sugar babies and having a sugar daddy.

Anna convinced me that it would be a good idea to make an account. She said that I was not going to find my type on Tinder because the app is mainly used for hook-ups. To my dismay I did it anyways.

I make an account with my picture and a different name

Georgia Smith

Aged 20

London, United Kingdom

To my disgust I had forgot that I had even made the account days later. When my phone finally turned on, it started going crazy. I had so many messages coming from all these different men.

I go to open the app and I have 36 messages. What the hell. I tap on the messages and most of them don't even have profile picture. Some wasn't even in English. But there was one who had a profile picture and just messaged me saying;

Hi x

I return the message;

Hi xx