Serendipity

Graduation

It's  been over a week since I spoke to Brandon. The following morning,  I gathered my things and called Tyler to come and get me. Brandon was out for a run and had no idea where I had gone. He tried calling me multiple times but I decided that turning off my phone would be the best possible way to avoid caving in and contacting him. He ended up calling my father, who ensured him that I was fine and just wasn't  up to speaking to him at the moment. I came home and had to answer to a very pissed off Tyler.

He had many questions, understandably, granted I had given him an insight the night it all went down  but nevertheless I explained everything, from the beginning, from texting with Brandon, to him showing up, leaving out the parts of us making out, to avoid the awkwardness. Tyler became heated at the mention of the hospital visit and everything afterwards that ensued. His anger was mainly directed at Brandon and his lack of awareness. He expressed to me how he should have been there protecting me, and how cutting him off would not be an option.

Brandon showed up at the house, making a scene, ordering to see me. It was embarrassing to say the least. I can understand his frustration, however he has to understand mine as well. Our relationship is far from conventional. As it is, my insecurities have been eating at me. I've spent some time researching Brandon, basically just googling him. He has been photographed with many women in the past. The typical blonde haired, blue eyed barbie dolls. The plastic in their bodies can no doubt be used as a flotation device, if they ever found themselves washed out at sea. I look nothing like them, I don't understand his attraction to me. I have brown eyes and black hair. I don't look like a "cover girl". I shouldn't have to but I can't help feeling insecure. His age is another cause for scrutiny. He yields more experience than I, in more ways than the bedroom. I have never been one to nitpick myself apart over feeble grounds. Yet I find myself at an impasse.

I've been staying with Tyler at one of the penthouses my father owns. The lease agreement  is in the name of Tyler's uncle. He happens to be a close friend of my fathers'. Brandon has been incessant in his search for me. I'm not ready to deal with that, taking this time away from him has opened up my eyes to just how fucked  up the situation is. He just showed up at my house, we made out and boom, the next day he had decided that I would be moving in with him, not to mention him taking me to his sex pad? What in the world was that?

Ridding myself of any thoughts of him, I continue getting ready. Today is my graduation, I have waited for this day, forever! I can't  let anything ruin it, I've worked my ass off to get here, I know this is just a drop in the ocean of what lies ahead, but I am so ready. The anticipation of it all is exciting and daunting all together, but I want to feel all of it. Every ounce of anxiousness and the constant promise of more.

The graduation in itself is a small ceremony held at the headquarters of the agency, there are four graduates in total, myself included. The programme is traditionally set out. The headmistress opens up the ceremony with a speech congratulating us on our achievements, then we move forward to honorary speakers, and finally they call our names and we are handed our diplomas.

I decided on a red flowy dress made out of satin material, with a sweetheart neckline and a double slit that reached above my mid thigh. Tyler had a hand in picking the dress, and I can't lie! The man has exquisite taste!

The dress was simple but accentuated my curves beautifully, keeping my makeup simple, I go for a flawless base, with a light blush, topping it off with mascara and a matte black winged liner. Sticking with the red theme, I paint my lips in a crimson tint, adding the perfect finishing.

Putting my hair up and framing my face with two curled pieces, my look is almost complete. My father bought me a pair of diamond dropped earrings with a diamond choker  to compliment it. Securing my earrings and a tennis bracelet, I decide to leave the necklace out, and opt for a diamante choker.I grab my purse and exit the bedroom.