The Clumsy Designer

Chapter 1

"Oh f**k, this design of yours is gorgeous!" Andrea says, with an exaggerated expression written all over her face.

Snorting, I took my portfolio out of her hands and placed it back inside my bag after she was done looking through it.

"I think you're going to nail this, mi amiga."

Her thick Mexican accent was very evident as she looked at me with her eyes shimmering.

"You're too much Drei, you know that?" I said, shaking my head as I let out a few laughs.

"Vente Paca mi amiga, do you need some love? I'll give it to you!" She bumps my chair and hugs the life out of me.

"Shut up Drei, even just for a minute. Please?" Bullet asks, glaring at our Mexican friend.

"Ugh, and I don't even know why my fashionable ass is still friends with you guys." She says with sass, Bullet only begrudgingly looked at us before looking back down at his thick ass book, probably preparing for an exam.

He surprised us earlier, telling us that he wanted to become a neurosurgeon and not just any type of doctor. I always thought that he could become an obstetrician or something that involved kidneys, so this definitely caught me off guard.

"Jem told us that you’re going on a juicy date, oh la la!" Andrea clapped her hands excitedly.

Rolling my eyes, I began to reminisce about my last date.

"Hi, Warren, right? I'm Blue."

I smiled, offering my hand for a handshake, but I was surprised when he suddenly took my hand and brought it up to his mouth to drop three small kisses.

Blushing, I withdrew my hand. It was the first time someone did that to me, and boy would I remember this one. He's better looking than Jem described to me.

"Warren Smithfield at your service, future Certified Public Accountant. Please, let's sit down."

He pulled out the chair for me and waited 'till I was seated before sitting in front of me.

I smiled at his gestures. Maybe this will work.

"Wow, future CPA huh? And what year are you now?"

"In my last year, I can't wait to finally achieve my dreams," he says, eyeing me as if waiting for my reaction.

I nodded, clearly impressed.

"Oh, that's great and I'm also a future designer. You know, hoping to build my own clothing brand one day-"

"Yeah me too, I want to start up an investment despite my young age and also dream of becoming my own boss," he says with full determination evident in his voice.

I shut my lips tight.

I don't like people who cut me off while I'm talking. It would be okay depending on the situation, but this? Hmm...

"That's so great for you, I wish you all the best of luck," I said, with a smile on my face.

Then the waiter arrived, giving us both a menu.

As I grab mine, Warren scans his own and orders for himself.

Opening my mouth to order, he beats me to it.

"And she'll also have what I’m having."

He nods to the waiter, the waiter eyes me before giving us a nod and leaving us at our table.

Mentally groaning, ‘ugh this was going so well in the first few minutes’, I thought to myself.

And for the rest of the night, I was literally fighting myself not to stand up and make a dash for it.

Shuddering, I try to remove that memory of that miserable date from my mind and instead focus on the present and future.

Looking at the time and remembering where I was supposed to be at, I stood up from my seat.

"Guys, I have to go. Have a nice breakfast you two."

Eyeing Bullet and Andrea, I knew it was going to be anything except a nice breakfast when it was just the two of them.

Walking out of the coffee shop, I began to walk towards the nearest bus stop.

===

Frowning, I walked towards my older sister who was wearing a big hat and face mask, probably trying to hide from the crazy press. She was good at avoiding them, but if they were to spot her, everything would end up in chaos.

"Why are you here? I thought you were going back to Italy to visit your agape mou?" I teased, she pulled down her face mask and rolled her eyes at me.

"I will after I visit you here. You texted me a few nights ago telling me you'd going to call me. Yet, I didn't actually receive any calls or texts from you. I'm your sister, of course I got worried."

She brings her hand out and twists my ear.

"Ow! Child abuse!" I playfully yelped. She only chuckled and withdrew her hand from my ear.

Starting up the conversation, I sipped on my favorite apple green tea which she had already ordered before I got here.

"What if you go there and not see Alejandro? It's been a long time." I shrugged, eyeing her.

Well it was true, the Romanos had done a good job at hiding from the press. I used to like Adriano, one of the Romano triplets, but he was showing signs of being a playboy and that turned me off.

But, I will never tell anyone other than myself that Adriano Romano was my first kiss.

It happened a long time ago when we were still living in Italy.

Memories.

"Then, tough luck," Ametrine said, but I looked at her knowing that it would bother her if she wouldn't get to see that hot shot again.

If they had babies of their own, I could guarantee that their children would be beautiful as f**k.

"What time is your flight?" I asked.

"Later in the evening, we can still eat dinner together before I leave." She looked at her watch and nodded.

Groaning internally, I remembered the date Jem arranged for me. It was tonight, and as much as I wanted to spend more time with my sister, I promised him that I wouldn't ditch him.

"Maybe... next time?" I meekly asked.

"Why?"

"I have a date."

Rolling my eyes, I waited for her reaction.

"Oh, that's good! When was the last time you had a date, three months ago?" She queried. Clicking my tongue, I only shrugged.

"Says the twenty-two-year old who hasn’t even had her first kiss nor first boyfriend," I teased, which earned me a playful pinch on my arm.

"Ow, you're violent, huh!"

===

Standing in front of my full body mirror, I looked at the black lace dress I was wearing for tonight. It was knee length, and showed a dangerous amount of my cleavage.

If Patri were to see me in this kind of outfit, I would never ever hear the end of it.

Slipping on my three-inch silver heels, I flipped my blonde hair to one side and walked out of my dorm.

It was unusual to see someone walk out of a dorm building looking like a hooker, so I just ignored the looks I was getting from passersby and headed to the main entrance to hail a taxi.

Arriving at a fancy restaurant, I clicked my tongue and walked inside.

The waitress outside immediately approached me with a smile on her face, "Good evening madam, what name is the reservation under?"

"Blue Holmstrom."

"Follow me, madam."

Then she walked ahead of me and led me upstairs, to the VIP section. Hmm, it seems Jem has set me up with someone who was probably more loaded than me.

Approaching our table, I caught the appearance of Lucifer Miller himself casually sitting down while looking around.

As I realized where we were headed, my eyes widened.

What the actual f**k?!

"Sir, your date has arrived. Menus will be given shortly." The kind waitress says, leaving me standing while I look at him warily.

I said my thanks and looked back at him.

He smirked at me, "My my, who in the world would’ve thought that the heiress herself would be my date for tonight."

He stands up, pulling out the chair for me and looking at me as if waiting for me to sit down.

"I'm not a heiress, my sister is."

As I stepped towards the chair, my body decided to f*****g embarrass me and slip.

"Woah!" He immediately caught me, and my face felt hot feeling his muscles wrapped around me.

We were in an awkward position like we were about to kiss, but before anything could happen, I snapped back into reality.

Feeling the stares around me, I close my eyes and gulp.

"Please... pull me up," I whispered.

He pulls me up and guides me to my designated chair which was in front of him.

"Not just rich, but clumsy as well," he teasingly says as I frown.

"Stop describing me, will 'ya?" I groaned, dusting myself off.

"You might want to pull up that dress of yours." He wiggled his eyebrows at me. Looking down, I gasped as I saw my breasts threatening to come out.

Blushing, I pulled them up and looked at him.

I'm making a joke out of myself tonight.

Fuck.

"Lucifer Miller, but I assume you probably know me. You're Jem's friend, right?" He gave me a smile, and my heart actually skipped a beat.

His warm blue eyes shone at me and his lips tugged upward as he waited for me to respond.

"Yeah, Blue Sapphire Holmstrom."

I took my hand out for him to shake.

As he brought my hand to his lips, he placed a lingering kiss on it while looking at me.

Blinking rapidly, I withdrew my hand and smiled at him. Rubbing both of my hands under the table, I mentally screamed at myself for feeling so hot.

"Do you want to order?" He asks.

"Can we get appetizers for now?"

"Sure. Waiter please!" He raised his hand, and almost immediately a kind waitress approached us with a big smile on her face.

"Good evening sir and madam, I will be your waiter. Please call me Lizzie." Then she points towards her name tag.

Oh goodie, she was a kind waitress. The ones I always see in movies and read in books were always dumb blonde bimbos who flashed their t**s.

"What appetizer could you recommend to us?" Lucifer asks.

"Our best-selling appetizer is Butternut Hummus and Sweet Potato Bites. But I would like to recommend to you my personal favorite, which is Cranberry Cream Cheese."

She goes on about her recommendation and I nod at her, wanting to taste it.

I have never tasted a Cranberry Cream Cheese.

Lucifer looked at me, waiting for me to say what I would like.

My heart flutters, giving him the point of asking what I wanted to have.

"Cranberry Cheese Cream, please." I said, giving her a smile. She wrote down on her notepad and then looked at Lucifer.

"We'll have two of those please." Lucifer hands her back the menu, then she nods at us and leaves, presumably to get us our order.

"I'm excited about how this night will end," he started up.

Raising an eyebrow, I mockingly looked at him. "Believe me, I won't even get near that d**k of yours," I cockily said.

"Woah, easy with the words there, my shining shimmering princess. I only questioned whether it would end well or badly." He laughed at my choice of words.

I sunk down on my seat with a blush spreading across my face.

What the actual f**k did you just say to him, Blue?

"Sorry, ugh, I must be tired. I just finished my portfolio earlier."

I smiled apologetically at him; he wasn't being a douchebag but I was making a b***h out of myself.

"Wow, portfolio? That seems so fancy. Tell me all about it, buttercup."

He grins, showing me his pearly white teeth.

"Don't call me that. Anyway, I'm an aspiring designer. I was actually in my third year of business administration when I found out that fashion was something I wanted to pursue."

My heart was beaming at the fact that he wanted to get to know me.

He wasn't anything like Warren Smithfield was.

And that made me release a sigh of relief.

"What?"

"Huh?" I looked at him confusingly.

"Why did you just sigh? Are you bored?" He asks. I bit my lip and shook my head 'no'.

"Nothing, just thinking of something."

"Well, while we're eating, why don't we play twenty-one questions?" He proposed. I agreed, as it would be too boring if we just sat in silence waiting for our food to arrive.

"Eating? We're not eating right now," I jokingly said, he wiggled his eyebrows and, just like they were cued, the appetizers arrived.

"Thanks Ms. Lizzie."

"Oh no ma'am, please just call me Lizzie. Enjoy your food, just call me if you want to order the main course."

Then, with a slight bow, she headed towards the other table to serve.

"You start," He points out to me.

"Well, hmm... Why do people call you a jock?"

"I don't know, I do play football, but I'm not an overall athlete like what they portray me to be," he answers. Then he smirks at me, "Well, why are you called the next soon to be rich girl in the dorm building?"

"Duh, probably because my father is a Greek man with a big business and s**t. Though I'm not going to be rich since I have my older sister who will get all the family business."

And as the night went on, I felt myself falling for him, as he wasn't that asshole jock that everyone describes.

I also discovered a deep secret of his, though for me it wasn't really that kind of secret.

He wanted to be a chef, but he was afraid it would make him girly, so he took on business administration the same as Max. Maybe they know each other?

Starting with our main course, I let out a big laugh when he joked about a toilet paper roll.

It was something like" Why does toilet paper always do well in life?" Because it is on a roll. It was a stupid joke, but the way he said it made it funny.

A few hours passed, and before we knew it, we were walking home at midnight to our dorm building. It didn't make sense for us to take a taxi, and plus, I was used to wearing heels all day long.

"You know what, I had the best time. And I wouldn't want to end it right away. What do you say about us breaking into one of my friend's backyard pools?" He daringly asked.

After the day I had, drinking three glasses of whiskey during dinner, and having pretty much no common sense left… I agreed.

While laughing, we both wandered off to his friend's house and climbed up the fence in the backyard.

Aidan Callaghan, one of his asshole friends, was the owner of the house. As we stepped on the grass and looked at the big ass pool where there were always college parties, I giggled.

"Maybe we're too early for a party."

"Nah buttercup, we're the party."

After Lucifer said that, he began to remove his clothes one by one, until he was only in his boxers.

Blushing, I looked away.

"Why are you undressing?"

"Oh come on clumsy buttercup, what's the use of this darn pool if we don't take a swim in it?" Then he jumped into the pool with a splash.

Giggling, I was about to take my dress off when I remembered that I wasn't wearing any bra.

Only n****e tapes.

"I'm not wearing a bra," I said with a hushed tone.

"Okay, I'll turn around."

He then proceeds to do so.

I frowned, looking at his muscled back.

"You expect me to remove my clothes without a bra on?"

"Yep." He said, popping the 'p'.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" I laughed, then turning my back to his and removing my dress and throwing my n****e tapes somewhere God knows where and taking my heels off.

Covering my breasts with my arms, I jumped in the pool.

Shivering, I grinned my teeth together.

The water was cold as f**k.

"Doesn't the thought of getting caught thrill you?" Lucifer asks, throwing his head back whilst laughing.

With that innocent act, I began to admire him more, for he really looked handsome without even trying.

Biting my lip, I still wrapped my arms around myself as I was shy that he would see my boobs.

"You can uncover them, don't worry, I can't even see them underwater," he says.

Slowly taking my arms off around me, I trusted him though we really only talked today. I wouldn't say that this was the first time I met him, as it wasn't.

"Why don't we continue our twenty-one questions? From what I've remembered, we didn't continue it. We were around like eighteen?"

"Hmm yeah, and it's my turn."

"Go ahead devil." I teased.

He rolled his eyes playfully and pretended to think deeply.

"Which among your siblings is your favorite?" He asks.

"Oh no, I wouldn't like to answer that." Though we had no audience, I had an answer to his question.

"Come on buttercup, it's just you and me. No harm."

And as if he was proving something, he raised both of his arms defensively.

"Fine, it's Lian. We enjoy pulling pranks on Ametrine and Opal," I say. Lian is the nickname of Carnelian. Her name is too long to say so I just call her Lian.

"Your turn, then buttercup."

"I said don't call me that." Pouting, I looked at him like a baby.

"It suits you."

"Hmp, uhm... let me think..." I daze off as I think about questions to ask him.

Then I remembered that he hadn't shared any information about his siblings.

"Do you have siblings?"

"Used to." He said, but even in the dark I saw his blue eyes suddenly portray sadness in them.

"O-oh sorry..." I bit my lip.

"It's fine, okay my turn. What do you think I'm thinking of right now?" He asks. I followed his gaze and saw him looking at my lips.

Swallowing, I nervously answered him.

"You're thinking of kissing me?" I said, not sure of my own answer.

"You want me to kiss you?"

I feel my face get hot as I imagine those luscious lips of him giving me a kiss.

"Uhm..." I trailed off, not sure what to answer him.

Then he went towards me, caging me in between the pool wall and his toned body.

I was internally screaming at him just telling him to f*****g kiss me.

I don't know if it's the whiskey or me, but I'm sure that I wanted to give him a goddamn kiss.

He was just staring at me, like waiting for some kind of signal. Mentally preparing myself, I grabbed both sides of his face and smashed our lips together.

And in that cold pool, we shared a hot kiss.