Tori
21st March
This was it.
My first class at Hollywood Arts.
I was nervous; I kept glancing at my timetable to make sure I had the right room. The room was small, with various coloured chairs scattered around and a stage looking thing out the front. There were also many strange looking pictures or paintings all over the walls.
I wonder what kind of teacher I'll have I thought to myself. I put my bag down besides a chair and breathed out.
Here we go.
Boom!
It was an accident, my clumsiness had gotten the better of me and I'd walked straight into someone, spilling his or her coffee. Everywhere.
"Oh hey,"
"Oh my gosh – I."
"Nah it's cool."
"Oh, Here, I think it's coming out," I looked up to see it was a guy and awkwardly began trying to get the coffee stain off by rubbing his . . . abs. I know I shouldn't of done that but I was in no position be annoyed at on my first day.
"Thanks, you're sweet, but you might be making it worse, actually," he laughed.
I looked up, my arm slowly stopping but remaining on his chest.
His face was friendly.
He smiled at me and I smiled back, looking at his chocolate eyes. I'd never seen eyes with sure pure colour.
And then it sort of just slipped out, "I love your eyes."
I blinked. Did I just say that? He smiled again, exposing more of his pearly white teeth.
"I like yours too," he said. "Like dark chocolate."
"I don't really like dark chocolate." I admitted. The conversation was friendly, like we'd known each other for years.
"Really? I love it."
My head felt dizzy. Then I remembered that my hand was still on his chest.
"Oh, your coffee." I continued rubbing. He chuckled.
"Dude!" I looked past his shoulder. "Why are you rubbing my boyfriend?"