I stared out the window of the airplane, wondering what my new life in London will be like. I had just received my acceptance letter for the Institute, a prestigious school for the arts, and my brother couldn't wait to get rid of me. I am 16 years old and have lived in New York my whole life. After my Aunt Harriet died, I moved in with my older brother Nate. I am a model/dancer, and got into the Institute majoring in English Lit. and Modeling, with a minor in dance. I am extremely tall for a girl and have brown hair and stormy grey eyes. I am moving to London for this amazing school called the Institute. I am extremely excited but also really nervous. What if I cant make any friends or get stuck with an awful roommate?

"Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?" The most gorgeous voice with a British accent and something else I can't decipher pulled me from my thoughts. I look up and my breathe stops. The most gorgeous deep blue eyes are staring back at me and I feel like I could get lost in them. He is probably the most handsome man I have ever seen, with raven black hair that I just want to run my fingers through… Wait what? Where did that come from?... Never mind, but my god if he wasn't just beautiful with high cheekbones, full lips, and piercing blue eyes.

Oh no, I suddenly remember he asked me a question and blush in embarrassment. I still don't think I can talk so I just nod and give a small smile. He returns it with a heart stopping grin. He reaches up to put his suitcase in the overhead compartment and his muscle ripple with the effort, yet he makes it seem effortless. His shirt lifts slightly to show his well defined stomach and perfect six pack. He sees me looking and smirks, gracefully sitting down in the seat next to me.

The god-like man next to me looks over and says, "I'm William, but you can call me Will." Oh god even his name is sexy. I blush at the thought and he reaches his hand out for me to shake. I honestly don't even know if I can move my hand, let alone speak.
"Tessa" is all I say and he just smiles and turns away. I decide I should do something to take my mind of the gorgeous boy next to me and read. I pull out my favorite book, "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens. I try to read, and just as I'm getting into the story I feel someone looking over my shoulder.

"Can I help you?" I ask, sounding a little snappier than I meant to be.

"Yes, actually, I want to know why you are reading such rubbish?" I go still for a moment, completely appalled, angry and slightly surprised that he's read it.

"Excuse me?" I ask trying to remain calm. "You heard me, why would you waste your time reading a book about guys getting killed for love, its stupid and would never happen in real life!" Now I am angry, I cant believe he thinks its stupid.

" Just so you know, this is a wonderful book and just happens to be my favorite. You must be extremely stupid not to have this book impact you the way it should have. Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. Also what do you know about literature? What's your favorite book?"

He laughs and replies back easily with his usual smirk in place, "Wow you've got a little temper on you don't you?" He just keeps laughing for a few minutes until just randomly saying "I just don't see the point of loving someone when the only thing love does is cause you pain." There was such sadness in his eyes that I wanted to pull him close and never let him go.

Instead I say "If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?" With that we just sit in uncomfortable silence until the plane lands and he stands up to leave without saying a word.