The Distance Between Us

Chapter 9: Saved by the Devil

Hazel's artwork^^

Hazel's POV

It's a new day. A school day. I'm still in Advanced English. By the look on Jacob's face, I think it's still hurting him. He deserved it.

Lara and I are at the cafeteria table. Her boyfriend and her are making out right in front of my eyes. Ew. Holy Jesus.

But I'm happy today. Like really very very happy. I'm exhilarated. Today, my grandpa's going to pass down the legacy to me. I've never felt so happy before. It feels like I've achieved something in life. No one's going to dull my shine today. When the bell ends for school I'll be heading over to my grandpa's crib. Soon to be mine.

I smile happily. I pick my bag up and head to my locker.
Lara side waves at me because she's busy at the moment. It's so gross to exchange germs when you're kissing. The thought of that makes me want to go ugh.

I have to pick a few things before I go for art class. I know right. For a girl like me, art doesn't fit in. But I've always liked art. You can just express your emotions on a piece of paper. So many colours. Each one for your precious emotions.

Im wearing a white shirt and black jeans today. I kind of thought it would look good with the black gang jacket I'll be honoured with. I even straightened my hair. Just went a tiny bit overboard..

I felt confident. With that confidence and a smile, I walked to art class carrying my canvas and paints.

The atmosphere looked chill. There were 6 girls and 5 guys. These were only the people from freshman year so there were plenty of seats available.

I set up my canvas on the wooden stand and waited for the teacher to begin. I stared at the window meanwhile. It was raining lightly. Fog was forming on the big glass window. The latch opened by itself and a light but cold wave of air entered through the window.

It was cold. Before I could shut the latch someone else did it before me.

"Thank y-

Rivera.

There was a knife length space between us since he had to bend to close the latch.

His musky scent filled my nose. For some odd reason, him being slightly close made me feel warm?

I started at him. My plain rusty eyes meeting his stormy grey ones. Each one battling to who would give up first. The chaos in his eyes was much deeper than the silence in mine.

"Great! So now everyone's in class, we can begin." A bearded man in his 40's spoke.

Adrian backed away with his signature smirk. Jerk.

I didn't know he liked art. Strange.

I removed my paints while he just stared at me. I looked away. The other students also assembled their items.

"Today I want you to be drawing something that comes from within. It can be anything. A flower vase, your favourite book or an orange." The professor spoke.

The whole class burst into giggles.

He ignored it. "But it should mean something to you. Valuable, precious, you couldn't ever let go. I believe you've understood what I want so everyone can get started!"

He was very quirky for his age. I liked his personna. Much better than the other professors here.

I think about what means something valuable to me. I stare at my canvas in deep thought. Then I look at the class. Everyone's started.