The art fest was the best thing to happen after these last few days went straight to hell. I couldn't say the timing was perfect because I didn't have anything prepared. My best work was trees and after the seventh one, I wanted to burn the next tree I saw. I love trees.
I picked up my notepad and grabbed an HB pencil. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. I didn't need to do that. I needed to draw what I was feeling. I had mixed feeling about two different men. One man was sensual, sweet, and loving. He cared about me and tried his hardest to make me happy, even when I treated him like dirt. The other man was sadistic, arrogant, but alluring. He made me want him even when I knew I shouldn't even be attracted to a guy like that. I should stay away from him, but there was something about that perfect smile that made me tremble. That's what I knew I was going to draw.
I texted Rolfe. He responded back much to my surprise.
Hey
Hi
What are you doing?
I'm reading Pride & Prejudice.
Why would he be reading a book like that during a time like this? I only knew a bit of the story, but not enough. I did know there was a movie.
How about you come over and we watch the movie.
Maybe later.
Are you trying to avoid me?
No, I just don't want to see a movie right now.
Would you lie to me?
I would never lie to you.
I feel you just did.
I throw my phone on the bed. John was changing. Since it was likely he would hold a grudge, I wasn't going to see him again until he was ready to make amends.
"Pocahontas!" My father called. I went to the stairs. My father had on a nice blue suit and his new brown shoes. His hair was tied back and he was smiling at me like he always was.
"Father?" I smiled back.
"I want you to meet my new intern, John Smith." He gestured John over. John walked over with his hair still in a man bun. He had a white button down shirt with a red tie. "He will be working with me this summer. Pocahontas come to greet John."
I really didn't have words to explain what I felt. Flashbacks of him pushing me against the wall flooded my brain. The butterfly feeling was raging in my stomach. I started walking down the staircase tightly griping the railing. I stopped at the last step.
"Pocahontas." John reached out his hand. With little hesitation, I stretched my hand out to grab his. I felt my heart pounding out my chest.
"John."
My father clapped his hands together.
"Glad you two met, let's get lunch."
