Painting Annalise

04.The first meeting

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The only free seats left were by the window and the other, two chairs away. I take the first leaving Casper no choice but to take the latter.

He fakes a hurt look but still takes the seat two chairs away which is surprising. For so long the chairs next to me have been empty except for when I had classes with any of my friends, which doesn't happen regularly. Ten minutes into the class and my boredom is drowning me. I can't tell if it's the low voice of Mrs. Monté, or the fact that I haven't slept in days but my eyes can't stay open.

The teacher goes on about whatever it is she's teaching, but my ears are blocked, the only feeling similar to this is when the plane takes off; the short ringing in your ear. As I stare at my blank notes I feel tears form in my eyes and that's when I decide, I need a distraction. Squeezing the paper I throw it at Casper, he frowns before looking up but when he realizes it's from me, he throws it back.

I stare confused, waiting impatiently till he turns away. Once he does, I throw it again. He groans looking up and throws it once more at me, earning a glare from me. He smirks looking at my reaction, so I figure there's no point since he already knows it's me, I mean no one dared to throw a paper ball at Casper. For some odd reason they all like him, truthfully it's not that odd of a reason, Casper is just really friendly. And extra bonus smile for his charming smile that's always on display.

I throw the ball at him but the boy in between us catches it, he snaps his head in my direction. His green eyes with nothing but frustration. I only know this because I trained myself to read peoples facial expressions so I know when I'm not wanted. It was one of those skills you pick up from being the only kid who doesn't leave their class during break or lunch time.

"Can you please stop? Some of us come to school to learn" he mutters the last part but it's not so low, giving the impression that he would love to say it aloud. I note how he gets the attention of almost everyone in the classroom but carries on with writing his notes like nothing happened.

I glare at him before turning to Casper who's trying so hard to stifle his laugh. Throwing paper was the only thing I came up with, and it was over so I placed my head on the table. Casper chuckles, I turn to him but the boy in between us is staring at me with a bored expression.

Today he has been the definition of a disturbance. Sat between Casper and I only to stop our interaction and now his glare has me hating myself. It makes me want to hurt him. To make him feel as bad as they made me feel all those years.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I mutter. A bit harsh but he was the reason I was back in my state of boredom.

He stares at me shocked before turning to look at a laughing Casper.

"Casper if your girlfriend doesn't want to learn, please don't ruin it for others" he speaks with too much confidence it takes everything in me not to insult him. I can't help but hate how polite his words are, but intimidating the tone sounds.

"How smooth, judgmental as the rest," I say loud enough for the whole class to hear. At this point, they were already staring at the three of us.

"Come on Casper, we have been asked to leave," I say to a laughing Casper, I don't even get why.

"I never asked you to leave," Mrs. Monté pinches the bridge of her nose

I jerk my head in the direction of the boy who sat next to me "Your assistant teacher did the honors,"

Not bothering to waste my time, I grab Casper's wrist.

"You should have seen your face when Brayden spoke back to you" Casper struggles to stay still laughing. Ignoring him, I walk to the bleachers not wanting his company anymore. I end up spending the remaining lesson time there before deciding to skip the rest of school till lunch because I know the school will call my mum.

So, I spend the next three periods at the cemetery with my dad. As usual, we lay in silence, till I decide to draw. And no matter how hard I try, it ends up with me squeezing the paper and throwing it away. I have no muse, and to top it all I felt weak. Art has always been my escape, maybe it's the fact I liked being alone at that point, I don't know but it used to be like therapy. At least, when my dad was alive. But right now, with me alone in a cemetery, sitting next to my fathers grave, it feels like anything but therapeutic.

The one thing I am good at is taken from me because I let it slip out of my fingers. With one quick glance at his grave, I wish this was all some nightmare I would soon wake up from. I walk back to school feeling dejected with just one thought.

My dad loved my art.

The cafeteria is outside, to be precise it's like another attachment to the school. I spot my friends at the center on the table they claimed I think a year ago.

As I approach them I see new people sitting on the table."Who are these ?" I ask immediately I stop in front of them.

They look up and I stare confused at how similar they looked, the rude guy from AP calculus just happens to be on table as well.

"Triplets" I mutter taking the seat next to Casper because it's the only space left.

"I'm Kayden, that's Jayden and I'm sure you've met my brother Brayden, based on Casper's, story time," the middle one says with a flirtatious smirk.

"More like gossip time. Your parents must have been really creative with the names" I say lowly causing Lori to send me a warning glare. I shrug pushing my tray away.

"And you must be Annalise," the one I'm labeling Jayden says

"You deserve an award" my sarcasm clear as I lay my head on my table. Brayden scoffs at my response but I don't even spare him a glance.

"Is she always like that?" I hear him ask

I assume my friend's nod because there's a short pause and they eventually drop the subject.

"Dickhead" I mutter looking at Aaron who's making out with some random girl while his eyes are on me.

"You're not going to eat again?" Lori nods towards my untouched tray

I shake my finger still staring at Aaron. Why is he looking at me with concern? Or pity? He better not come home with an STD.

"Did you guys fight again?" Lori asks when she notices me glaring

"Is he your ex or something?" I hear Kayden ask and the fact he has a teasing smirk on his face fuels my irritation

"This is what happens when you invite random people to the table" I glare at them before standing up. His smirk falls off as my words deliver the desired effect, I don't bother waiting for any insincere apology.

Ignoring the stares especially from Aaron's table I speed walk to the back of the old school building before the tears could fall.

I quickly light a joint taking a really long drag, only exhaling because I feel myself losing oxygen. Coughing lightly I place my head on the brick walls.

The bell sounds from afar but my head isn't in the right place to bother about class.

Unsurprisingly, the urge to feel pain overwhelms me, which causes me to bang my head against the wall.

Repeatedly.

Till the tears fall and my legs can't hold me anymore.

My chest burns with an unknown feeling at my jumbled-up thoughts.

Why do I feel like this? What the fuck is happening to me? I thought I had this under control, so what's going on? I cry to myself and the only thing ever there for me.

A wall.

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