Shade

chapter 2

Andrew

Call it cliche or call me a hopeless romantic, but when I open my eyes today I felt something was difficult, the sun just felt warmer, and everything just felt different in a very good way, I'm not the obedient kind of child but I help my mom decorated today unlike me, don't get me wrong I love her, but come on I'm 20, I'm allowed to be a little rebellion, I study interior design in college, I'm also a painter and a photograph, my mom call them hobby but my real hobby is reading romantic novel dont tease me ok i just love, love, come on who doesn't, im an artist so i appreciate the finest thing on the earth I like beautiful things that why when is i saw her I was hooked, she just stands out, literally she did, she dresses like she has a presentation but when you look at her face with the black lipstick made her look like an evil witch that you will gladly give your soul to, her hair is tied in a bun, the imagine of it loose on my silk sheet flash in my head, woah enough with the crazy thought, her hair has to be long because her bun is thick but I dont know how long it is, call me crazy but I want to know, is she even real, at that moment the goddess chose to look back at me, I can't tell the color of her eyes from here but I know it has to be beautiful and outstanding just like the rest of her, she keep look at me as if daring me to back down but how can I, she turn away and i smile at luxury of eating her with my eyes without her notice, before i know it she is walking towards me at this point i can't take away my eyes off her even if i want to, it as if i have been hypnotized, damn it, it elegance was a person, it will be her, she came closer and i saw the color of her eyes,its green, blood rush to my cheek, s**t! I'm blushing, I hope she doesn't notice, and if she did she didn't show it

"stop," she said

I didn't pretend I don't know what she meant, she mean I should stop staring at her

I automatically look down at my hand and murmur,

"sorry" I lower my eyes looking at my shoes, I am trying to gather my emotions, my head is in color, and I feel like I'm looking into a beautiful painting I slowly drag my eyes back to her eyes, but I notice that she way nervously tapping her thigh as if she is getting impatience

I look her in the eyes

" Jesus you are really beautiful!" I blurt oops did I say that out loud, I slap my hand on my mouth,

" Sorry,"

I say clumsy again, she just folds her arms and raises her brows.

"Well, it's rude to stare for too long, it makes the other party uncomfortable,"

she said looking away from me to call the waiter serving drinks, I take my time to look at her neck, so delicate, I put my hand in my pocket before I do something foolish like touching her collar bone neck or her, and she hands me my glass champagne, I immediately try to gulp it in one sip to quench something very strange burning inside of me, something soft held my wrist, I look at down to hand then the owner's eyes, her eyes are what Asian called jade, it extraordinary

"What do you say when someone gives you a drink, Andrew"

I'm not surprised she knew my name, she must be one of my mom's friends, why does that thought make me feel something bad in my tummy.

I raise my brow at her comments

"Thank you?" I say rolling my eyes, her cute forehead wrinkled in a frown

"You are welcome," she says turning to walk away, wait what just happened here,

shit my mom always says, my lack of manner will put me in trouble

"Wait since you know my name it's unfair not to know yours"

what I'm I doing, I'm not trying to hit on my mom friend, I'm just trying to be, well I don't know, nice.

"I'm Anastasia Steele"

hmm she is so formal

"Is it Mrs. Steele or miss Steele" I smile not that it is any of my business but I'm wishing it a Miss

"Miss Steele," she said she is not smiling but she seem amused

"ohh" I reply dumbly, I try to cover my joy but I fail

"And Andrew, call me Anastasia, Andrew don't flirt with me."

with that, she walks away, wow I feel the air of mystery around her

don't flirt with me, I repeat in my head, why does that sound like a warning.

A warning I don't plan on taking, those beautiful eyes, the artist in me will not rest till I draw it, I don't understand why I find her attractive, I know I like girls but I have never seen any that I will love to draw naked, but I have been drawing of painting her naked the moment I lay eyes on her, I have never even think of a girl like that, and yes I have never had s*x, that because don't want like it, but I'm a romantic, I want what I read on novels, I want someone that will make my heart race when I kiss her when we have s*x our soul will connect, I will be madly in love with her and she with me, but how did my luck go so bad that the first woman I have found desirable, is the one I shouldn't even see that way, I breathe in and out

my eyes have been following her throughout the night so of course, I follow where she steps out but she got into her car, I watch the car disappear from my view. I brought out my cigarette, lit it, and take a deep drag, puffing out into the sky,

"what the f**k Andrew" oh s**t my dad

"you told me you quit," he say angrily, dragging the cigarette from my mouth and throwing it on the floor, and stomping on it

"dad, don't make a big deal I was stressed out," I roll my eyes, I have been f*****g working since morning for mom give me a break

"How will you smoke here of all places with your mom's friends inside," I thought of one mom friend, in particular, the green eyes one I don't think she will have a problem with me smoking, she seems cool

"I'm tired of this nonsense, I'm cutting you off"

oh please what the big deal of cutting me off

"ok!" I roll my eyes walking inside, I will survive I'm an artist.