Showing posts with label cheesepuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheesepuff. Show all posts

Saturday, 20 December 2014

Some Sentimental Rambling




This post? Basically some long-winded rambling about the end of my 4-year-running Wattpad series.

(Four years. Seriously? It should be five, no? I’m 18 now, I remember being 13 then. I think I’m just gonna say five)
Okay, do-over.

This post? Basically some long-winded rambling about the end of my 5-year-running Wattpad series.

Alright, now we’re ready.


Monday, 11 November 2013

My Wattpad Writing

People. I will follow through on my bet when WINNER officially debut. Oh, my Hoya, I'm so sorry but I love you and it's not a lie...

So this is basically about my writing on Wattpad, namely my hiatus.

People, I am so sorry. To be perfectly honest, I just got plain lazy. I was having fun updating my blog, and checking out other stuff, that I just stopped writing. My fire for my Wattpad petered away, while that for my blogging just exploded.

It is probably directly related to the fact that Suzuki left. I know everyone hated him, but I loved that fucker. I love writing characters like that, they're so interesting. So when he left, it was just really, really sad for me.

So, yes, spoiler: he will be back.

And my exams are back again, this time in January. I'm a little behind this time around, so I don't know how long I can update regularly, but I'll try and release as much as possible, or write ahead so I can have my sis upload for me while I study :)

That's all my update for now. I'll leave you with some gorgeous Hoya and Hyunseung pictures.

Hoya #1
Hoya #2
Hoya #3
Last Hoya, I promise
Hyunseung #1
Hyunseung #2
Hyunseung #3
And pretty Hyunseung at the end.
I'm out.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

The New Maid: Chapter 1

(Yup, title change. The story is now 'The New Maid' Hope you don't mind)

Hey, guys, seems something's up with Wattpad-- can't log in, so can't upload. But I'd really love to share the first chapter of my new story, so here you go! If you would, spread the word! The moment Wattpad's back up, I'll upload it there. 
Hopefully Wattpad's alright before chapter 2 of That Super Hot Pervert is Mine is done :)
Well, enjoy.

Fail description:
What do you do when it's your job to live with the hottest new boy band? The guys of Mercury are weird, wild, and uncontrollable, and Sara's been hired to try and keep their dorm in check. But how can she, when these five gorgeous guys all seem intent on winning her over?

Character pictures are here.




Chapter 1

I looked through the dresses hung in a column. Expensive. Everything was so expensive. Or maybe everything looked expensive because I was flat broke.
“Come on, choose something already,” Jess said from beside me.
“I can’t afford any of this,” I said.
“Okay, I’ve brought you to the cheapest place this side of town,” she sighed. “How can you still not be able to afford anything?”
“Since I haven’t had a job in forever,” I sighed. “You think maybe I should ask my parents for a loan?”
“I don’t think you have another option,” Jess said. “I can’t keep lending you.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I just thought when I entered college I’d finally, you know, do something myself.”
“Well, maybe something’ll turn up,” Jess said, trying to put as much optimism as she could into her voice.
“Yeah, let’s hope,” I said. “Come on, let’s go.”
Jess frowned, but followed me out the door. The air outside was cold, but not biting. A few people roamed the streets, enjoying their lives. I was just thinking about how I was gonna pay next month’s rent.
“Come on, cheer up,” Jess gave me a little shake. “You’re always stressing about the littlest things.”
“Littlest things?” I put up a smile.
“Yeah,” she said firmly. “I know you’re in a bad state and all, but you’ve got to relax once in a while. You haven’t watched TV or hung out in forever.”
“Okay, fine,” I said with a grin. “Gush about your new-found celebrity crush.”
“Thank you,” Jess said with a perky smile.
I really couldn’t help but smile back. This type of cute, chirpy smile really suited Jess. The two of us had met a couple of years ago, and had been unbelievably close since then. We did everything together, even though we were so different. She was sunny and always up for trying new things, while I was much more reserved. Even then, she’d just straightened her usually curly blonde hair, while I’d been keeping my brown hair the same, straight style for years now.
I felt the vibration in my pocket and pulled my phone out before the tune even started playing. I looked at the caller ID and said to Jess, “It’s Jake.”
“Okay, go ahead and answer,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Go enjoy your cute, romantic phone-calls while I just wander here. Alone.”
“Thanks,” I said, and answered the call. “Hi.”
“Hey,” Jake’s voice always sounded low and kinda raspy over the phone. “How’s your shopping trip going?”
“Good,” I answered. “Having loads of fun.”
“You didn’t buy a single thing, did you?”
I paused. “…Yes. I did.”
“You didn’t.”
“That store was trying to rip us off!” I finally cracked.
Jake laughed. We’d been dating for over a month now, and he knew me so well.
“Well, you can stop your worrying,” he said. “I managed to get you a job.”
“Really?” I said it so excitedly that Jess grabbed me and tried to listen in on our conversation. I let her. “How? Where?”
“I got an uncle at Total Records,” Jake said, and I could hear in his voice how pleased he was.
“The record label?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Really?”
“Yup.”
“What’ll she be doing?” Jess pretty much yelled into the phone. And my ear.
“Umm… it’s not the most glamorous job,” Jake said, and he didn’t sound so pleased with himself anymore. “One of the bands with the label is looking for… um…”
“Um what?” I felt a little uneasiness creep in, but I banished it. How bad could it be anyway?
“So maybe you won’t be exactly working with the label,” Jake mused, almost to himself, it sounded like. “More like working for the band. The band needs… a… maid. The band needs a maid.”
“A maid?” Jess burst out. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I’ll take it,” I quickly said. Jess gave me a look but I ignored it. “Thanks, Jake.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome,” he answered, a bit happier with my sincere thanks. “You’re gonna have to live in their building, in a room right next to theirs… is that okay?”
“Perfect,” I said.
“You should be at Total’s building tomorrow at five… do you want me to text you the address?”
“Yeah, thanks,” I said. “I really mean it. Thank you.”
“Hmm, I’ll take a non-verbal thank you next time I see you.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Jess said, much louder than necessary. “Stop.”
“I’m just trying to make you jealous, Jess,” Jake said sweetly. “Okay, see you soon, Sara. Bye.”
“Bye,” I said. “Oh, wait– Jake? Which band am I gonna be working for? Jake?”
He’d already cut the line. Damn. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten to ask such an important question.
“For the first time, I’m actually pissed we’re not ‘no, you hang up first’ kind of couples,” I sighed. “I can’t believe I didn’t ask him who I was gonna be working for.”
“Well, at least you’re getting a job!” Jess said. “Even if you are a maid.”
“Don’t say it like that,” I said with a smile. “Come on, we can go celebrate. My treat.”
“Ooh, it’s been a while since I’ve heard you say that!” Jess said excitedly. “Your treat! Very well, then. Where to?”
“Silver Hearts Café,” I said. Their pastries were to die for.
“It’s not too far from here, is it?” Jess asked. “Like, walking distance? My walking distance, not your walking distance.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry, even you can walk to it. It should be right around this corner…”
We turned, and sure enough, the pink and white sign was right there. I gave Jess a smile as we entered, saying, “Remember, I don’t have the job yet, so don’t go ordering that huge sundae that’s humanly impossible to finish by yourself. How about a slice of cake and– are you even listening to me?”
“Nope,” Jess said. She gestured to a corner of the café. “Something’s going on over there.”
She was right. A crowd was forming– a small one, but still easily noticeable. Jess had already grabbed my hand and was pulling me toward it before I could register anything.
“Come on,” she said. “We have to find out what’s going on.”
“Okay,” I said, pulling out my phone with my free hand. I had to call Jake and find out who I was working for. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t asked him.
“Whoa, so many girls,” Jess said, and I looked up from my phone’s screen.
She was right. The whole crowd was made up of girls, all teenage girls it seemed. Jess and I fit right in.
I’d just pressed the call button when suddenly the whole crowd seemed to take one step backwards all at once, knocking my phone out of my hand. I swore, but I hardly heard my own voice as the girls all started talking at once. I really didn’t bother finding out what everyone was so excited about, but just dropped to my knees.
“Sara, what’re you doing?” I could feel Jess’s hand on my back.
“I need to get my phone,” I said, moving forward. I could see it among all the shoes, and I inched towards it. I had to get it quick– it already wasn’t in the best condition, and one little step would leave me phone-less.
I somehow managed to make it to my phone–I might’ve tipped one girl over, but she seemed alright–and grabbed it, trying to get up. I somehow managed, but someone behind me shoved me forwards at the same time. I didn’t care. Was Jake still on the line?
“Jake?” I said into my phone, raising my voice so that he’d hear me over the crowd. I turned around a little, as though it’d help him hear me. “Jake?”
Damn. Nothing. I checked my phone’s condition. Hmm. Seemed okay.
And then I turned around and finally saw what everyone was crowding around.
They were guys. Five of them, standing in front of the booth they’d just come out of. They were all Asian, from Japan or China or somewhere near there. The guy right in front of me had his eyes almost completely level with mine, and his face was so pretty that I was stunned for a moment. His hair was red-brown for the most part and dyed white-blonde at the ends, and he was saying in a slightly-too-loud voice, “Come on, we really have to go now.”
Of course. They were celebrities. If the tired-but-good-natured tone wasn’t evidence enough, one of the guys–taller than the first, and with maroon-red hair–was busy posing for pictures with another girl. Another, with dark-brown spiky hair, was just leaning against the seats, giving a cute little smile.
They were obviously a band– a boyband, I’d say, since so many pretty guys never got together in a rock band.
A few of the girls ‘aww’d in disappointment as the five of them tried to leave, but another guy, who was the tallest and had perfect black hair, said, “We would really love it if you’d come to our fan-meeting on the twenty-third.” This was accompanied by such a dazzling smile that made some girls squeal. I almost squealed with them.
 The girls finally made way for them, and just as they were walking away, the last guy at the back stopped. He was a little short, with soft, slightly wavy black hair that fell down and around a gorgeous face. He looked around the crowd with an intent look, until he finally locked eyes with me.
I just stared at him, unsure of whether I should turn away or not. He suddenly came striding back and grabbed me out of the crowd. Before I could do anything, say something or push him away, he’d pulled me in and kissed me.
I was just frozen in his embrace. What the hell was this guy doing? I could actually count the seconds his lips were on mine before he finally let go of me.
“See you,” he said, and he said it with such a cute smile that I would’ve melted if I wasn’t so freaking shocked, freaking hell he just grabbed me and kissed me!
I tried to calm myself down, but before I could some girl next to me said excitedly, “Wow, you’re so lucky! Jae kissed you!”
I just stared at her. I really couldn’t talk. The guy’s lips–Jae’s lips, it seemed–had been so warm, just like his arms. Now that he’d actually let go of me could I really sense everything– the ruffle of his jacket, the feel of his hands against my back, his lips on mine.
The girl started gushing about how awesome Jae was, when Jess came to my rescue and pulled me away. I let her lead me out of the café before finally saying, “I don’t know what the hell happened.”
“You just got kissed by Jae!” Jess burst out, whirling around to face me.
“You know him?” I was surprised.
“You don’t?” she was even more surprised. “That was Mercury– they’re this band that have getting really popular recently. But then again, you’re practically an entertainment hermit nowadays…”
“I can’t believe he just did that, celebrity or not!”
“Actually, he does that all the time,” Jess said. “He’s kissed thousands of female fans. It’s his thing.” She said the last bit with an eye-roll.
“Oh.” I was actually a little bitter. I tried to move on and said, “You don’t like them?”
“Nope,” she sniffed. “They’re not that great. I think they’re just One Direction wannabes. But a lot more annoying. They’re all, ‘call me oppa’ and ‘I kiss every fan who asks for one’, and with their speaking Korean and bowing to everyone– I find their cutesy act annoying.”
I stared at her. “What’s oppa?”
“I don’t know,” she snapped. “Some Korean word. Now let’s go get something to eat. I want to banish the memory of my best friend being kissed by a Mercury guy.”
“Umm, okay,” I said. “Oh, wait, first let me call Jake.”
“You probably shouldn’t tell him about all this,” Jess said as I dialed. “No guy wants to hear about his girlfriend being kissed by a celebrity.”
“I’ll tell him, later,” I said, holding the phone to my ear. “You know– oh, Jake.”
“Hey,” he said. “Missed me already?”
“Yup,” I said, as cutely as I could, while Jess made a gagging face.
“Yeah?” he said, sounding amused. “Or did you just wanna ask me what band you’re working for?”
“Yeah, that too,” I laughed. “So? Who is it?”
“Oh, it’s that new band that’s so popular now,” Jake said. “That Korean one– Mercury.”
“Did you… did you just say Mercury?” I hoped I’d misheard. Jess locked eyes with me and gave a horrified, if overdramatic look.
“Yeah, them,” he answered. “Why, don’t tell me you’re a fan? Damn, is this bad news for me?” His voice was joking.
“No, no,” I said quickly. “Not a fan. Nope. Never heard a song. Never been to a concert. Didn’t even know about them until today!”
“Okay,” Jake said slowly, a little weirded out, I guessed, from my frantic answer. “Alright, well, I’m on my shift right now, so…”
“Oh, that’s okay,” I said, trying to sound as cheery as possible. I probably sounded demented. “Okay, bye.”
“Bye.”
“Are you serious?!” Jess burst into my ear as soon as I’d cut the line. “You’re working for them?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m gonna be living with them.”


  
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Tuesday, 5 February 2013

'The New Maid' character pictures

Due to PhotoBucket's ridiculous beta update whatever, slideshows are currently down. So all my character pictures are being put up here, instead. I know, I know, my last post was pretty much the character pictures, but this is official. And, y'know, I have to put pictures of the girls as well.
So, without further ado:

Naomi Scott, as Sara



Taylor Spreitler as Jess



Park Tae-Jun, as Jae


Kim Bum as Seung-Hyun



Ho Jun-Yeon as Min-Ki



Kim Ki-Bum as Kwin



Park Jae-Hyun as Alex





Grant Gustin as Jake



Well, those are the characters. I'd love any suggestions for a cover-- feel free to leave a comment . Hope you enjoy the story :)

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

I'm back! (News and yummy pics)

Yes, all, my exams are over! This means freedom!

For a while, at least.

Anyway, this means I am writing once more. Two stories, actually.

First is That Super Hot Pervert is Mine. Needless to say, it won. By a landslide. A little disappointed, but simultaneously happy. If you haven't read it (oh, who am I kidding, everyone's read it), check out the first chapter preview.

Next is a new story that just hit me while I was studying for my exams. This story is inspired greatly from my growing love of Korean entertainment. I've got a little description up, though the story is going to be much more awesome as I freaking suck at descriptions:

What do you do when it's your job to live with the hottest new boy band? The guys of Mercury are weird, wild, and uncontrollable, and Sara's been hired to try and keep their dorm in check. But how can she, when these five gorgeous guys all seem intent on winning her over?

Terrible description, I know, but I couldn't do better! So, just to make everything better, I'll be putting up pics of the Mercury guys ;)


Park Tae-jun


Kim Bum

Ho Jun-yeon

Kim Ki-bum

Park Jae-hyun

There's a chick somewhere in the story too, but who cares about her?

So, hope you enjoyed this comeback post, and are anticipating my stories! Love y'all, thanks for all the pageviews guys!
And now off to work my ass off doing way too many things all at once.

Sunday, 25 November 2012

Stuck with Him: Oh, What a Ride it was



If you’re here, chances are you’ve just come from finishing Stuck with Him. First things first: I love you. I love everyone– not only those who actually cared enough to come and read my rambling, but anybody who voted, commented, or even read the story. All my fans, all my readers– you guys are my Wattpad soul. I would never have finished this story if it weren’t for you all. I thank everyone.

The title pretty sums up my whole Stuck with Him experience. When I started the story, I felt nothing about it but an attraction to that smexy guy’s picture I’d found while looking for pictures for Keith, Anne’s older brother from Hiding a super hot, pervert guy on the run in my room (okay, that was a long title. Not writing that huge name again). I didn’t really find one that fit him perfectly, but the picture I did get was awesome and I thought it would be a shame if he didn’t get his own story.

Thus started Stuck with Him, or as it was first known, I have to share a room with this hot, stuck-up jerk? FML (don’t judge me. We couldn’t write story descriptions back then, okay? You basically had to fit the description in the title). I decided that instead of writing a guy who fit my own fantasies, I’d write one who didn’t. I also went for a complete opposite of the cute, girly Anne, in the strong, feisty Claire.

I have to say, I was completely stunned with the reception it got. When I posted the first chapter, Hiding a super hot, pervert guy on the run in my room was sitting at #3 on What’s Hot, so I did expect a good reading for I have to share a room with this hot, stuck-up jerk? FML’s first chapter. But I most definitely didn’t expect #1 after the first chapter. I was ecstatic, I really was. I was just glad people liked it, and not only Hiding a super hot, pervert guy on the run in my room, as it meant they might like my writing in itself.

Well, a lot of stuff happened during Stuck with Him’s life. The main one would have to be my one year hiatus. When I stopped writing then, I really thought I wouldn’t write for Wattpad ever again. It just seemed like a huge task on my weekly to-do list, and it didn’t really… satisfy me. I think what really stopped me was the starting of my own novel. I got so wrapped up in it, I couldn’t bear to write anything else.

But I am a lazy git. It’s been one and a half years, and I have written four pages. Yay me. Well, I did write more than one hundred pages in total (and about another hundred in a very rough draft that reads like an eleven-year-old’s work). I just deleted it all when I realized it was all shit. Well, not deleted– it’s still there. I like to read it and think about how far I’ve come. It feeds my ego.

Whoa, I sidetracked so easily there. Right. Back to Stuck with Him. So I went on hiatus. I just went on my mail once in a while to clean out the inbox (because the thought of anything being completely full freaks me out. I hate it). I saw all these messages and comments, people telling me they loved my stories, and asking if I would write again. And I did feel bad, but I ignored it. Damn, I was a bitch.

And then I finally got one asking me if I was dead. That was pretty much the last stroke. I had to come back. I started on Hiding a super hot, pervert guy on the run in my room as that one had progressed further, and seemed more popular (damn, now that I write this down, I sound terrible. I am terrible). So, I finally finished it, and it was awesome. I loved writing it at the end– it was so my style, all dark and action, with an insane, obsessive character to boot. Word of caution: I love bordering-on-insane characters. They are a joy to write and read about.

Anyway, after I’d finished Hiding a super hot, pervert guy on the run in my room (so much for not writing that long name again.), I thought about quitting again, but then decided against it and started up Stuck with Him again. And I haven’t regretted it.

Mainly because in that one year hiatus I had changed so much. Before, I preferred writing Anne and Travis’s story, because I related with Anne so much more. At fourteen, I was cute and girly, shy and usually spacing out. I wanted a Travis, a guy who was hot and pervy, and could open up new things for me (no. I do not mean that in a perverted way. Get your head out of the gutter, and I’ll do the same). After the hiatus, however, I was pretty much Claire. I’m much tougher now, much bitchier, more fiery. My tastes have changed too. I always wanted a fun guy, one who’d laugh along to anything. Now, recognizing myself as someone who can be very mean, I want a guy who’ll fight back during an argument. Not someone who’ll just lie down and take it, because that would make me feel shitty afterwards. I want… an Ashley.

So now, before I bore you any further, I really have to thank some very special Wattpaders. So, here goes:

Abrocks
Who remembers Abrocks? Only me? She disappeared a little before I went on hiatus. I felt such a connection to her, as she was a McFly fan too. Her story Sharing a room with four hot, but totally different guys was super popular, so I’d expect at least some seasoned Wattpaders to remember her. Anyway, I loved her, and she inspired me to put McFly in my story too.

Girl, I love you, and love all the comments you’ve ever written. They’re always so detailed, and leave some real opinion and thought, which I love. Your comment on chapter 36 of Stuck with Him really impacted me. Thank you.

Abby! I love this chick, not only for her writing, but just her as well. She’s a really cool person. She’s a sports fan, like me, and just about the only cricket fan I’ve ever met over the internet. If you don’t know her (and you should), go check out her page.


Well, I hope I haven’t bored you all too much! Now, if you’re sticking with me for my writing and not my rambling, then you should definitely check out preview chapters for two new stories. Remember to vote for the one you want me to write first by commenting on this post, or the chapter post.


They are:

The sequel to Hiding a super hot, pervert guy on the run in my room, following Anne and Travis after what happened at the warehouse: That Super Hot Pervert is Mine.

And, a new story with a new girl and Ashley’s friends, Leo, Ryan and Seth, and a very hot teacher: Game, Set, Match. (Am still uncertain about this title. Suggestions welcome)


Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy the preview chapters! Whatever happens, one thing's for sure. After this story, to me, Ashley will always be a guy's name.

Game, Set, Match: Chapter 1

New story! Brand new story, this one involving Leo, Ryan and Seth, characters I absolutely love and excel at writing about. No description for this one yet, but I can tell you this: it involves a very hot teacher.
If you want me to start writing this story from February, remember to vote by leaving a comment!




Chapter 1



I hovered on the spot, sneaking glances over every once in a while. Come on, I willed myself. Just go over there. I was never this shy. Not in high school, anyway. Why should it change for college?
A girl walked down the stairs I was standing by and passed me. She looked completely confident. I wondered if it was her first day at St. Alexander’s too.
Move, Allison. You’re looking like an idiot, just standing here for the past ten minutes. But what should I do, just wander around and hope I find my class?
No, the smart thing to do is to go over to that group of three guys down the hall and ask them. One of them–the shortest one–had brown hair, and from what I could see, a pretty face. Another had brown hair too, but he had a little stubble and was much more energetic than the other guy. It helped that he was pretty hot too.
But my eyes were fixed on the third one. He was taller than the others, even as he leaned against the wall. He was talking right then, and seemed grumpy, but somehow still good-natured. His hair was black, and it was easy to see that he had a tall, lean body.
I wanted to go over there and talk to him. And at the same time I didn’t. He’d probably seen me standing here since forever, staring at him. I couldn’t just go over.
“Are your feet glued to the ground, or do you just not believe in walking?”
I started as the voice sounded right beside me, and whirled around, almost ready to punch someone.
“Whoa, calm down,” the guy now in front of me said. “Fighting with women is not something I’m inclined to do.”
I goggled at him for a while. He was good-looking, really good-looking. He looked to be Japanese or Korean or from somewhere around there, and his hair was perfectly black and messy in that hot way that only girls knew how to describe. His face was more on the pretty than rugged side, and even from such a close distance I couldn’t see a single flaw in his perfect skin. That little smirk he had on his lips just made him look so much better.
“I… I’m sorry,” I said.
“For what, blocking the way or staring at me?” the smirk seemed to widen.
“Both,” I said collecting myself. “You startled me.”
“I have that effect,” he answered. “You’re new around here, aren’t you? I remember seeing you at the tour.” His voice was accented, but only just.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m Allison Parker. Nice to meet you.”
“Alright then,” he said, and he rounded past me and started going down the stairs.
I frowned. “You know, when you meet someone and they introduce themselves, you’re expected to do the same.”
He turned around and raised the corners of his lips into a devilish smile. “You should know me soon enough.”
I watched him leave. Wow, he was really hot. Not just his looks, but his attitude too. Annoying, yeah, but wasn’t every hot guy?
I glanced back at the three guys standing down the hall, and saw that they were now two. The cute, pretty one had left. Now it was just the guy with stubble and him. The tall one.
Alright, that was it. I’d had enough of standing there. I do believe in walking.
I approached the guys, trying to walk with my back straight. Wait, what if they thought I was showing off my boobs? My sister Melissa thought I was always doing that. Well, is it my fault she’s twenty-four and still a surfboard?
I calmed down, and managed to get to them without turning abruptly and rushing off the other way. “Um, excuse me,” I said, “but do you know where the Management room is? I’m new and…”
“Oh, welcome to St. Alexander’s,” the brown-haired guy said brightly. “It’s my first day here too. I’m Ryan.”
His smile was so cute and sunny that I would’ve melted, if I hadn’t been staring at him. The other guy. He wasn’t what I’d call cute, or rugged, but just perfectly… handsome. Yes, handsome. There was not a trace of grumpiness in his face, but instead a charming, polite smile. And his eyes… oh, his eyes. They were beautiful– not grey, not green, but a wonderful blend, bright and arresting.
“I’m Allison,” I said. I’d managed to capture all the details of his face in a moment, and so avoided a long, awkward stare.
“I’m Leo,” the black-haired guy said. “I don’t mind taking you there.”
Yay! “Thanks,” I said with a smile.
“Watson, get to class,” Leo said sternly to Ryan, who laughed and answered, “Yes, Holmes. See you, Allison.” This last bit was directed at me with a smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
He walked off down the hallway, while I looked at Leo. “Holmes?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“His surname is Watson,” he answered. “He thinks it’s fun to call me Holmes.” He paused. “That’s not my name,” he added.
“Oh,” I said, as we walked towards the stairs I was hovering by just a minute ago. “Mine’s Parker.” It seemed kind of stupid, but what else could I say?
“Alright,” he said, going down the stairs. “You’re going to the first class for the freshmen, right? I just showed it to Seth. He’s a friend of mine.”
“Oh, cool,” I said. Seth. I guessed he was the cute guy who’d just been with Leo. “Is this your first year too?”
Leo laughed, an easy, calm laugh, but way too short. “This is my last year.”
I couldn’t help but feel deflated. I barely knew the guy, but still.
“Alright, here it is,” he said, stopping by a closed door. “You should get in. Your class should be starting right about now.”
“Thank you so much,” I said. “I would’ve wandered around here forever.” Actually, I would’ve just stood in the same place, staring at you, but, hey, the end result was the same.
“That’s okay,” Leo said. “If you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Sure, thanks,” I said, and then decided I should be getting in. I opened the door slowly, and peeked in. There were about twenty people inside, sitting at tables and chatting. No sign of the teacher.
“Looks like you’re in luck,” Leo said, and I could tell that he was right next to me.
“Yeah,” I said, opening the door. “Again, thanks.”
“And again, that’s okay,” Leo said with a smile. “Welcome to St. Alexander’s, Allison.”
I beamed at him, and then he turned and left.
I closed the door behind me as I entered the room. Wow, seemed like a good first day already. I just hoped I’d find someone cool in my class too.
Leo’s friend Seth was supposed to be in this class, but I really wanted to find a girl. There were a couple of empty seats around, and I sat in one right at the end of the room, by the window. On my right was the fresh, warm breeze, and on my left, a pretty girl with straight, blonde hair.
She looked like exactly the type of girl I’d dealt with too much in high school– popular and vain, ready to bring out her claws against anyone who ticked her off, but I decided to give her a try. Besides, I couldn’t really be picky, since I knew nobody in this college. Except, well, Leo, and maybe Ryan.
“Hi,” I said to her. “I’m Allison.”
“Oh, hi,” she said, almost surprised. “I’m Scarlet.”
The name seemed to fit her. “First day?” I asked.
She gave me a little smile. “Yup. I know absolutely no-one.”
“Me neither,” I said with my own smile. “I think it’s gonna be awesome, though. Already met a cute guy.” I couldn’t help but say it.
“Seems like this college doesn’t have a shortage,” Scarlet gave me a mischievous grin. “Check out the hottie in the corner.”
I followed her little motion, and my eyes caught on a guy in the corner. His hair was brown, his eyes were black, and he leaned back in his chair with a confident and lazy posture. His own little grin was enough to match Scarlet’s.
I scanned the rest of the room, until I saw a familiar face right at the edge. “hey, look, it’s Seth,” I said automatically.
“Oh?” Scarlet turned. “Please tell me you’re talking about that cute guy in the first column.”
“Yeah,” I said. “That’s him.”
“I thought you didn’t know anybody here?” Scarlet looked at me and made a face.
“Oh, well, I don’t really know anybody,” I said. “But on the way here I met a guy named Leo. He was with his friends– one of them was Seth.”
“Ah,” Scarlet gave a knowing look. “I see.”
“What?” I asked.
“No, that’s alright,” she said. “You don’t have to say.”
Her smile was so mischievous I couldn’t help but grin back. I was about to say something when the door suddenly opened, and he walked in. The hot guy I’d met by the stairs.
“Hey, I kinda know him too,” I said to Scarlet. “Met him by the stairs. Looks like he’s in our class too.”
Scarlet was about to respond, when the guy leaned against the professor’s desk and said, “Alright then, I’m Ryouken Suzuki, and I’ll be your professor.”
Oh, his name’s Ryouken Suzuki. That sounds Japanese. So he’s Jap– wait, did he just say professor?
“Wow,” I heard Scarlet say next to me. “Hot teacher. That’s one Wattpad fantasy that was never fulfilled in high school.”
“He’s a professor?” I burst out. “What?”
“Yes, I am,” Ryouken said with a smile. Apparently I didn’t say it as quietly as I’d meant to. “New. First day here, like you.”
I just stared at him. I refused to believe it. I’d always imagined the professor to be old, with gray hair and lots of wrinkles– kind of like Albert Einstein. Not this guy.
“Alright,” Ryouken–Mr. Suzuki, I guess–was saying. “I’ll give you ten seconds each to say a couple of things about yourself. Whatever you say is basically how you’ll be presenting yourself to me in the semester. Let’s start from this end.”
To my utter relief, he started with the column near the door. Unfortunately for Seth, that meant he had to go second. After the first guy–Dustin, I think his name was–was done, Seth just barely managed to get out, “I’m Seth,” and then searched desperately for the next words.
“That’s alright, I know you,” Mr. Suzuki said in a gentleness I wouldn’t have expected from that smirk I’d first seen on him. “Next.”
Depending on what someone would say, he’d either say a couple of words or just move on. I was actually pretty impressed with the range of topics Mr. Suzuki was familiar with.
“Hi, I’m Scarlet, I like fantasy novels and I’m single.” Wait, when was did it suddenly become Scarlet’s turn?
“Oh, I like you,” Mr. Suzuki said with a grin, not missing her suggestive tone. “Favourite novel from A Song of Ice and Fire series?”
“The first, A Game of Thrones,” Scarlet answered automatically. “Really hit me hard and just hyped me up for the rest.”
“Excellent choice,” Mr. Suzuki said. “Next.”
Oh, damn, I was coming up. Quick, Allison, think of something cool to say. Something that’d make you stand out, but not stand out too much. I fished around for things to say, when all of a sudden:
“Next.”
Crap. That was me. I collected myself in an instant and said, “I’m Allison Parker, I believe in walking, I can’t tell who’s a teacher and who’s a student, and… I play tennis.” Stupid. That was stupid.
“Alright, Allison,” Mr. Suzuki said, seeming pretty amused. “Any tennis player you particularly like?”
“Um, Sam Querrey and Novak,” I answered.
“Really? I think Murray’s a better option for number one in the world.”
“You have to be joking,” I said. “Novak’s record in 2011 was spectacular.”
“Because Murray didn’t find his confidence yet,” Mr. Suzuki said. “He’s been performing consistently recently– all that changed was his attitude. He’s won the gold medal, and the US Open.”
“Yeah, his first Grand Slam,” I said. “I think it’s safe to say Djokovic has done better than that.”
“So far,” Mr. Suzuki said. “Now,” he said, and he turned to the rest of the class. “Since it’s the first day, I guess you guys can take the class off.”
He got up off the table and walked over to me– a lazy kind of movement, as he leaned down over my desk, and said in a quiet undertone, “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Parker.”
I couldn’t see his eyes as he said it, but his voice was low and… if I had to describe it one word, rippling. He moved away from me and sat in the chair behind the professor’s desk, and I could feel the others’ eyes on me.
“What was that about?” Scarlet whispered to me.
“I have no idea,” I said slowly.
I could already tell that my time at St. Alexander’s was going to an eventful one. And I was more than excited.
 

Hayden Panettiere as Allison

Gackt as Ryouken Suzuki

Abbie Cornish as Scarlet
Colin Egglesfield as Leo

Thomas Dekker as Ryan

Beau Mirchoff as Seth


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