Chapter Six.

The rest of my week was spent trying to finish up the dress, and thankfully I was almost done with it, just a few things to touch up, trimmings and whatnot then I would be satisfied. I am actually surprised at how the dress was turning out but then I put in a lot of research and work so it was also kinda expected.

Throughout this same week, I have had time to think about my um blunder, for lack of a better word, to Jason about my boyfriend. Jay Morris.

Considering his reaction, I don't even know if he believes me and I am certainly not going to touch that. Am praying it never comes up. Because that is simply pathetic. Like I don't have a life or something or ugh.... I don't just know.

I am even considering moving to Articatina to avoid facing him again after that little um... thingie in his kitchen.

Truth is I totally would have kissed him back, I mean who wouldn't? But I panicked and mistakenly mentioned the first name that came to my head.

I can't even deny am attracted to Jason, and maybe vice versa but hot males who everyone probably wants, like him are not my thing now, especially after an incident in high school.

Now am not saying that all handsome guys are the same or anything, am just saying I wouldn't want to find out, that's why I would probably go for guys like Jay Morris.

Not saying he is ugly or anything, he is quite an average looking guy who wears those Harry Porter like nerd glasses and has this messy hair look like he doesn't care enough about his looks to bother brushing his hair or something. Well, I wouldn't care either if I had his talent and bank account. Maybe, I would, because am a girl, but you get the picture right.

The only outstanding things about him are his talented hands that create masterpieces, his account balance obviously, and his height. From his pictures and the one time I had the privilege to go to one of his exhibition with dad, he should be about two or three inches taller than dad, dad is about 6'1.

But the thing is that he could really use a gym and maybe an image/fashion manager because he looks too lanky, especially considering the fact that he wears big long sleeved shirts, two or three sizes bigger than his usual, with dare I say, ridiculous looking palazzo-like pants, dad says it gives him character, that man cracks me up, I tell ya. And the icing on the cake is he is a very private person.

I mean the very irony, private should the opposite of celebrity in the English language. It is impossible to have privacy as a celebrity but he managed to pull it off, no one really knows what goes on in his life except for his seasonal appearances to exhibit his work, after which he goes into what I personally call hibernation.

Actually, I think it had something to do with the tragic way his mom died.

His mom, the renowned Ann Morris was also a great artist, whose works were still auctioned around the world for millions of dollars, and at her hands little Jay Morris was said to have been moulded into the artist he is today. Come on, I mean his first masterpiece was sold at the age of 10 for the price of two million dollars. Scrawly signature aside, the work was a display of fine-honed talent and is still hanging proudly in the office of the country's fifth richest man, Matthew Cruz.

The sad side to this story was that Ann Morris was rumored to had been stabbed brutally by her ex husband and Jay's father, James Morris in a jealousy fit, under claims that Ann divorced him in order to date Matthew Cruz which was not confirmed or anything. Jay was only twelve.

Thankfully, the father was tried, convicted and sentenced for life, but I can't even imagine the emotional trauma the poor guy must have gone through at that little age. Coupled with the fact the mom was a celebrity, the news was everywhere and sometimes blown out of proportion.

It must have been painful for him to be reminded everyday of circumstances surrounding his mother's death and the father's subsequent imprisonment by the media everyday.

Understandably, after the scandal died down, he disappeared totally, only to reappear with eight years later at twenty with his biggest masterpiece yet, "The Darkness", a four feet abstract painting with the darkest of themes, which was speculated to be him probably depicting his dark days or something. The painting was sold for twenty million.

Another notable thing, he had become a hermit. No longer was he the smiling innocent child who had accompanied his mom on her several exhibitions. According to the media who was excited about his return, barely had he sold his painting when he disappeared.

From that day the only times he was seen in public eyes was when he had exhibitions, which was always a big deal, few charity events, in which he always donated hefty sums of money in his mother's name and after he would disappear until the next one.

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Exhausted from my musings and craving a big tub of chocolate ice cream, preferably with lots of sprinkles. I decided to go buy some.

I walked into my kitchen and opened my fridge to take a bottle of water. I winced when I looked in to see the fridge practically empty save a few bottles of water, a half empty bottle of milk, two eggs and a big lonely looking carrot.

I took one bottle of water, closed the fridge and decided to finally go grocery shopping that I have been putting off forever.

Gulping the water gracelessly from the bottle, a bad habit my mom would kill me for if she sees me. But she can't. Whoa, freedom tastes refreshing like this water, take that mom. You can't see me.

I made my way to my workroom, took a pen and a piece of paper and made a list while leaning against my table.

After am sure I wrote everything I need, I grabbed my phone and my house keys and headed out. I don't have a car yet and taxis are hard to find this side, you would have to order them, so I decided to trek to the grocery store.

I had been there like twice now and I know that it's like a fifteen minutes walk or less depending on my pace and I can really use the exercise. I have been lagging behind on my morning jog lately or more accurately, I have been avoiding neighbour dearest.

After roughly ten minutes, I got to the store and panting slightly, I made my way inside, picked a cart and started shopping.

After I was done getting everything on my list, I headed towards the ice cream isle, you know saving the best for the last.

Already imagining the ice cream melting oh so smoothly and deliciously in my mouth, I picked my favourite sprinkles and dumped it in the cart only to turn and holy guacamole!

It wasn't a hot guy, no far from it, it was the cold feeling of mint chocolate ice cream running down my favourite shirt and dripping to my fluffy rabbit-eared flip-flops.

Poor ice cream. And poor me. I looked up slowly to the faces of two horrified girls.