She came into my life without warning. She changed me. Changed every negative thought I'd ever had about life and about myself. She made me realize that I had a purpose. She taught me how to trust and how to be honest with myself. More importantly, she taught me how to love. She turned out to be the best thing for me. I sometimes wonder if she ever knew how much she'd done for me; how much she meant to me. I guess I'll spend forever wondering. All I know, is that meeting her... was nothing short of enchanting...
I heard my door creak open slightly.
"Soph!" a harsh whispering voice said.
"Hmmm..." I mumbled, feeling myself awaken. I opened one eye and saw a short brunette girl standing in the small crack of the door.
"Oi! Webster!" the girl said, her voice raising slightly.
"Go away Katy!" I mumbled, feeling a bit more awake now as I heard Katy angrily stomp into my room.
"Ruddy hell, didn't you hear your alarm going off? It's been beeping for a half hour now!" she said as she bent over to shut off my clock. "You've got your first day of work in an hour lazy bones."
My head snapped up and I looked at my alarm clock. It was half seven and I was due to be at work at half eight. "Fuck," I said rubbing my face in my hands. I sat up on my bed and raised my arms above my head for a good stretch.
"I've got breakfast made for ya," Katy said walking out of my room. I smiled. Good ol' Katy, always saving my arse.
Katy and I have been roommates ever since our first year at Uni. I'd be sleeping until noon if we didn't live together. Which would be really bad seeing as this was my first REAL job after graduation and my first official day of adulthood. There was no way in hell I was fucking that up.
I graduated majoring in photography, and I had been recently hired as an assistant photographer. Which basically meant I would be carrying the photographer's shit while he got to take photographs. Although it was not my dream job, I'd clean the photographer's shoes if it meant I was getting my foot in the door.
I walked into the bathroom and quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wash away any sleepiness that still lingered. I hopped out of the shower, walked into my room and opened my small closet.
Crap.
What the hell was I going to wear? How do photographers normally dress? I wanted to look professional but not so professional that I looked like I was about to walk into a Law Firm. I sighed and grabbed my black pencil skirt and my light blue blouse. I dressed then walked back to the bathroom. Combing through my long, thick brown hair is what took me the longest. After struggling a while with combing it, I took my hair dryer in one hand and styled it with the other.
It was eight o'clock on the dot when I finished my makeup. I walked out into the kitchen of our two bedroom flat and saw a piece of toast and a nice cuppa' tea in a travel mug.
"My god Katy, you're a life saver!" I said as I sat down and began to eat my breakfast.
"I know I am." She said confidently, munching on her own piece of toast.
"And modest too." I said, with a smirk.
"You better watch yourself, Webby, or that will be the last bloody time I fix you breakfast."
I laughed and raised my hands defensively.
"So?" Katy said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
"So, what?" I replied, pretending to have no idea what she was talking about.
She slapped my arm. "You know bloody well what, Webster! How was she?"
"She wasn't worth losing sleep over," I said, rubbing my arm. The "she" we were referring to was the girl I had slept with the night before. Katy and I had decided to go out for a few drinks at a pub in celebration of my new job. The nameless girl had been flirting with me the minute I walked in. I wasn't one to refuse sex with a pretty girl, so I went home with her.
"Let me guess, you slipped out before she could even ask for your number?" Katy asked. She knew me all too well.
"As always." I smiled.
Katy smiled and rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I'm off to work," she said searching her handbag for her keys. "One of us has to be on time today," she said as she pulled out her keys and started heading towards the door
Swallowing a piece of toast, I said, "Later, Shorty!"
"Oi, Cheeky!" she said before heading out the door.
I shoved the last piece of toast in my mouth and got up from the table. Grabbing my bag, my car keys and my tea, I walked to the mirror by the front door and took one last look at myself.
"Okay Sophie Webster, you can do this," I said out loud, flattening my shirt.
Feeling satisfied, I gave a quick nod and swiftly turned and headed out the door. I took the elevators down to the underground car park of my apartment building. I quickly hopped in my red Mini Cooper and drove out onto the busy streets of London.
Being from Manchester, driving in London definitely took some getting used to. Although the intimidation of driving in the big city never really vanished, I had at least figured out how to get to certain places.
I pulled onto the main road ready to brave morning rush hour. I was making good time, but I still couldn't afford to be sitting in traffic for half an hour. I veered onto another road and stopped at a red light. While I waited for the light to change, I grabbed my tea and took a sip.
Suddenly, my body jerked forward and I felt myself being thrown into my steering wheel. Meanwhile, spilling my scalding hot tea on my bare legs.
"What the fuck?!" I leaned back in my seat, rubbing my shoulder where the seatbelt had more than likely left a bruise. I glanced in my mirror, realising very quickly that the asshole behind me had rear ended me.
Fan. Fucking. Tastic.
Feeling my blood boil, I quickly got out of my car and angrily walked towards the piece of shit BMW that had hit me.
"Oi! Have you lost sight in your eyes or something?! I screamed at the unknown driver. I was ready to kick some serious ass when something unexpected happened.
A gorgeous young woman with long blonde hair got out of the vehicle that hit me. She was wearing a tight blue dress and a white blazer. I had never seen a more beautiful sight. She took my breath away. Suddenly my anger had vanished and a warm fluttering feeling began to form in the pit of my stomach. I felt my head spinning. It was all very... enchanting.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Her voice brought me back to reality. I could detect her Manchurian accent.
I looked at her and met her eyes, her ice blue eyes. Suddenly I was in a trance again. As I was staring into her eyes I felt a comforting warmth wash over me. I felt like I could stare into them forever.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" she asked. I realized that I hadn't said anything to her since she got out of the car. Instead I was staring at her like a flaming idiot.
I shook my head and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said rubbing my shoulder, which was most definitely bruised.
"Oh no! Your shoulder is hurting isn't it? May I take a look at it?" She asked tentatively.
"It's nothing, it's just a bruise," I said giving her a weak smile.
"Are you sure? What if its dislocated or something?" I could see the worry growing in her eyes. Those beautiful eyes...
Before I could register what was happening, she was now standing inches away from me sliding the collar of my shirt aside. She gently rested her fingers over the exposed skin, wincing at the sight of my bruise.
My mind completely shut down. As soon as her fingers made contact with my skin, a thousand electric waves shot up my neck and down my arm. Goosebumps were forming where she touched. I quickly pulled my blouse over the exposed area to avoid the chance of her noticing.
I gave her a reassuring smile. "Really, I'm fine, it's just a bruise. It will heal quickly."
She dropped her arm in defeat and returned my smile. I was suddenly missing her touch. Cursing myself for pushing her away, I watched her turn around and walk to her car. She bent inside and rummaged around in her glove box. I resisted the urge to check out her ass.
She pulled her head out of her car and was holding what looked like her insurance information and a pen. She then walked over to see the damage of our vehicles.
She bent down to a crouch and looked back and forth between both vehicles."Yours doesn't look too bad, thank goodness. You'll probably have to get your bumper replaced. Mine on the other hand has a nice dent and a great ruddy crack down the middle," she said standing up. "Not to worry though, my insurance will take care of it all." She pulled a napkin out of her blazer pocket and began writing.
I watched curiously. God, she was beautiful.
"Here you go. This is all my information. Please give me a call when you get to a garage and I will take care of everything," She smiled politely giving me the napkin. She clicked her pen and sighed. "I really hate to do this, but I'm very VERY late for work, so I have to go. Again, I'm really sorry."
And with that she slid gracefully into her car and drove off. I watched as she drove away, and I realized I didn't want her to go. I prayed deep down that this was not the last time I was going to see her.
Who was this beautiful woman? I looked down at the napkin. In perfect writing, it read "Sian Powers" followed by her mobile number.
"Sian," Her name flew out of my mouth like a beautiful song. I bit my bottom lip and smiled at the napkin. My smile quickly faded when I got back in my car and looked at the time. It was quarter to nine and I was late for my first day of work. But as I looked down at the napkin again, my smile returned.
"So worth it."