Chapter 3. Going Back

It was almost a week since I saw Brenton. I was looking at my room, I got four unfinished sketches. All of them didn't feel right.

I cried in frustration when trying to sketch the first canvas. Gemma was calming me down, but by the fourth failed attempt she was telling me to suck it up and leave me to type diligently back in her room before she ends her day.

Then I was desperate when the week ended and Brenton called to check up on me.

"Why didn't you go back to your parents? I thought we agreed on that matter?"

"Well yeah, but the thing is... ehm, I have a thing..."

"Ella..."

"What? it's his book signing and I've jotted the event on my calendar since months ago." I whined and pouted while knowing that he wouldn't see me from the other line.

"Tell me one thing, does he even notice you?"

"Well, with the long line of crowd it'll be tough, but..."

"Ella, go to your parents. If you won't do this for me, do it for Gwen." <