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Chloe It's been four weeks and it's official, Nathan and I are boyfriend and girlfriend. The first time he called me his girlfriend was when he was in my house and he was drawing me. He's a really good artist, I end up being awestruck by his work. Having an artist for a boyfriend is romantic. He told me he had been doing this since he was a kid and just like me his parents are supportive, it was that kind of support that made him want to do more, just like me but unlike me, a lot of people love his artwork.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so young! I thought tech experts were usually older.” I smiled faintly but didn’t bother to explain. His energy and straightforwardness reminded me of my college self—the old version of me who was once full of passion and ambition. When we got to the parking lot, my phone finally caught a signal. The moment it powered on, it buzzed nonstop. I glanced down. My entire screen was filled with messages from James. Without opening a single one, I calmly deleted them all. Liam placed my luggage in the trunk, then looked back at me with a smile. “Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?”

I checked my phone to see nothing but a message from my best friend that I didn't bother to read. Cozy Graphic Designs Corp. is known for their cozy minimalist graphic designs. They are one of the best and top graphics corporations in the industry but then, I am not one of their best artists. I know I'm still an amateur. But then with my few experiences I can be proud of the progress that I have each time I explore my skills that give me an advantage from the others. "Good morning," I greeted everyone in the building. They greeted me back but today is Monday, which means everyone is busy.

"That can be arranged, but do you assure us that you really did find water and can still remember the way back?" "Yes of course I can, nobody in my team knows the forest like I do" "Okay it's a deal then. Bellman! Go tell the guards to let them all in!" Mr Spencer says with finality to Mr Bellman. "But Thomas, the city w-" The General or Mr. Scar man as my mind now calls him, tries to object. "The city will rejoice at the news of the water discovery,Go!" Mr Spencer says. "Okay Thomas. Its your call." The General says through his teeth and leaves the room in anger.

But I'm no idiot and I'm definitely not perfecting professional nudes for Blake Hamilton because of undying love or naivety. One could argue that I'm doing it for money and to also get back at my judgemental friend and they would be right, but if I'm being honest I'm doing it because I want to. I'm having the time of my life, the money and teaching Mckayla a lesson is just an added bonus. You are perfect. Send more pictures.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

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“Of course. Everybody did. He came back last week. He looked weird. I asked him where you were and what his deal was, but he wouldn’t tell me. He’s probably crashing out at that empty barn he loves.” “He’s not,” I answered. “We were just there.” “Really? Sorry. I don’t know. We don’t really cross paths that much. Have you tried IM-ing him? He’s always on Facebook.” “I haven’t had my phone—” I began. “Take mine,” Luisa interrupted, and before I could finish, thrust her cell into my hand. “Facebook’s already open. Just log in and message him.” Of course, I thought. Why didn’t I think of that?

Sinclair, the visual teacher, approached me. I felt shy at her comment and wondered if she was telling the truth or just being kind to me. I settled for the last thought. She led me towards the picture booth. "I'll do good, Ms. Sinclair," I said after she walked off, right after showing me the picture booth box. She nodded, and I slapped my head, wishing I'd said nothing. I haven't been here for five minutes, and I'm already showing my weirdness. I cursed myself. Shortly, couples were popping up, and the party began. Some came to take pictures. Since the school couldn't afford a better picture booth machine. I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture.

He also haven’t got any text for me today. I clicked on the keyboard and started typing. I was abaout to say good morning when I bumped on to someone. My cellphone fell on the ground and while I’m trying to reach for it, a guy already picked it up for. Dark eyes, thick brows, a clean cut, tall and lean body, cute smile and with fangs. This guy also have a scar near his ears. “I’m sorry miss. I didn’t see you coming. Here,” then he handed me my phone and smiled shyly. I checked on my phone and gladly it didn’t get any scratch.