LOVE IN PAIN (Claire's POV)

My mum always says to love is to suffer, but when I met Justin, life became beautiful and all the suffering I had gone through in the past.

Just like every beautiful love story will start, it was one beautiful morning; only that it wasn't a beautiful day, it was raining, raining cats and dogs.

I had just gained admission to the university, it wasn't an ivy league but the university of NYU was to me far bigger than any dream I had ever imagined, when my parents were killed before me, I lost all grips when it comes to life and that includes academically, I used to be a straight A student and after the incident, I became a C student and had to take summer school to graduate high school, I was later diagnosed with ADHD( Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.), I found it hard to concentrate and I was always making impulsive decisions. I think the only reason I got accepted into NYU was that my college essay was based on my story, you know the one where my parents were killed before me and how that changed my life.

I majored in Computer Science, which to me was another impulsive decision I made, I was failing badly in my freshman year, I remember having a conversation with my best friend Lucas, 

"I don't think I can go on with college, I could just drop out and pretend to hit rock bottom for the umpteenth time," I grumbled to him, my head on his legs as his hands lurk through my brown curly hair, 

Lucas is not just a friend to me, but a brother to me, his parents were my former neighbors and family friend and adopted me when my parents died. They had been so supportive and truly a gift to me, they made me go through countless therapy and wasted real resources to help me get better.

"You know you will break mum's heart if you tell her this," Lucas replied to me. I already knew that she had treated me like her birth daughter and wanted the best for me, she was also my mum's friend and wanted me to fulfill all the fantasies my dead mum had for me.

Lucas is a fine young man, he had dark wavy hair and blue eyes, his shoulders were broad and as a result of countless hours in the gym, he was two years older than me and was already in his second year at NYU. A lot of people think we are dating because of how close we were, but there has never been anything of that sort. Lucas is a real gentleman, who advocates for the rights of women and the girl child, he volunteered in homes for the elderly, gave to charity, and was on his way to starting a foundation of his own. Lucas is a saint, I mean it.

"I know that, but I am going to fail badly and let all the money being wasted on me go down the drain," I mumbled again, sitting up this time to face him. We were in his room that had a lot of "save the children," posters and countless advocacy photos. 

"You are not going to fail," he affirmed to me, and I chuckled.

"You haven't seen my grades," 

He sighed and took my hands in his, gently caressing them. I love how cares for me.

"I have a guy I know, he isn't a friend but I heard he does, tutoring for computer students, he is really good in tech" 

I jumped up and hugged him, "you are a lifesaver, please link me to him, I will need all the help possible,"

"I will talk to him," he said smiling.

And that was how he linked me to this great smart tech-savvy, you know who already, that morning, the rain wasn't my friend and Lucas had gone out for one of his advocacy, so there was no one to drive me to the library where I had agreed to meet with this guy, I have not gotten my driving license as I kept on failing wolfy in my driving test. I had mastered the art and craft of failing in everything I do.

I walked into the library, my body soaked head to toe, water dripping all over the floors of the library, my brown hair looking wet and not organized, I could see him sitting in a corner. 

When Lucas had described him, he had done him a great injustice, he was way better looking than the mental picture I had of him, he had all black hair, a tattoo-covered body, he wore black short sleeves with black jeans and black boots. He looked like the human version of a perfectly cut handsome robot, his brows were properly arched and his eyes were coffee brown, his hair was curly and his shoulder was broad, as he stood up and approached me, his six feet, four inches towered above me and as soon as he reached here I stood, dripping and drooling in wet glory.

"Claire?" he asked and I nodded, all of a sudden, I became dumbfounded and paralyzed at the same time. I lost my ability to speak as all his gaze fell upon me. 

He was looking at me intensely and his hands came close to me and just like a robot being controlled, I came closer to him, his hands went down as he slowly zipped down my raincoat, exposing the black top and blue jeans I had worn underneath. My clothes clung to my body and all the curves of my breast became exposed, I had not worn a bra that day.

"Wow," he exclaimed and I lowered my head. I was shy. But there was something about the way he looked at me, I knew this wasn't an eye of lust but rather of love.