Love Between Four

03. Long Day of Classes

The main reason I enjoyed art class was because the people that took the class weren't judgemental and rude for absolutely no reason. They were people you could actually sit in a class and deal with, and then have no complaints. It was a peaceful class where I could occupy my brain with positive thoughts rather than negative.

I allowed myself to feel calm and vulnerable as I moved my brush around on the canvas. I was spilling every bad thought onto the blank white space. My strokes were rough and filled with aggression.

Soon my canvas was no longer blank, instead it was filled with dark scribbles and red splattered all over it. A reminder of what happened that night. No one ever bothered to ask about my art, instead complimenting it and walking away, which was something I was thankful for. I didn't want to have to make up a lie or hide the true meaning of my paintings. It was easier to just not tell them then to do all of that.

I left the art room with paint all over my hands and went to the bathroom to go and clean off the dried paint. It was now my break, and I had half an hour to do whatever I felt like doing, but most of the time it meant I would find a corner and sit there until class began again. I never liked people, and I never liked crowds. I would never voluntarily hang out with or talk to people if it was not important. Friendships and love were a weakness, and with the job I have, it was not safe to get close with people. I didn't want people to suffer because I stuffed up. If I accidentally got myself in some shady business where I exposed my identity, then I wanted to be the one that suffered. The only reason I took the job was because I was alone, and I was desperate for money.

I pulled out my phone to see another message from my boss. 'I have another mission for you. Sarah Jenkins. She attends your college. Psychotic murderer who killed her younger sister out of jealousy.' I sighed. I knew exactly who that girl was. She was a snotty, rich girl who got everything handed to her. She was rude to just about everyone that got in her way and didn't deserve half the stuff she has. My phone pinged. 'And she's just annoying.' I couldn't help but chuckle at his message.

The only problem with this mission was the fact that she was filthy rich, and her family gained lots of money due to the death of their youngest child. Everyone felt bad for them having to go through such a thing, and now to find out that this was their own doing in the first place, it made my blood boil. Siblings were supposed to protect each other, love each other. I would do anything to have that kind of relationship with someone. I wouldn't be surprised if their family had connections to some dangerous gangs or were even working with the police. This would be one of my most hard missions that I would have to do, and I wasn't sure if I could.

I was once again interrupted by the door opening and obnoxious voices. Sarah Jenkins, followed by her two guard dogs walked in, giggling like a bunch of lunatics. I shoved my phone in my bag and got ready to leave. "Have you seen the new teachers. I swear they are Greek Gods." They gushed over Mr Rivers and his two teacher friends. "I can't wait to get in bed with all of them." Sarah squealed. I held myself back from plugging my ears at the squeal Sarah had traumatised me with. I was suddenly shoved to the side causing me to almost fall, if it hadn't been for the counter that I caught. "Oops sorry. Didn't see you there." Sarah looked me up and down before sending me a disgusted look and scoffing at me. I kept my mouth shut and walked out of the bathroom; it would not be a good idea to start drama with a girl I was planning on murdering.

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Class had begun and now I was sitting in English with another one of the new teachers Mr Knight. He spoke with authority as he explained the new book we would be reading. Jane Eyre would be the book we were starting off with, and I must say I was not excited to be reading. I wasn't nearly as prepared as I thought I was as everyone had their books out and myself and a few others didn't. I reminded myself that I had to purchase the book as Mr Knight began his reading. His voice the perfect mix of smooth and deep. I couldn't help but lose focus as to what was going on and drown in the words he was speaking. He made me feel at peace, weirdly enough, and for once I was actually enjoying the reading that was going on in class.

I wasn't concentrating on the words he was speaking, more of just the tone he spoke in and as I looked around it appeared that I wasn't the only one. There were people looking at Mr Knight like he was the only other person left in the world, like they were in some kind of trance. It was then I realised what I was doing and quickly snapped out of it. I began thinking of other things to get my mind off the beauty at the front of the classroom. Murder, death, murdering Sarah, murdering myself. I distracted myself with unusual thoughts.

"I hope you're all excited for this class." It was then I noticed the time. I had spent so long gushing over the teacher that I hadn't realised the bell was about ready to scare us all. "I will see you all for our next class." The bell rang and everyone ran out. "Blythe Griffin." I paused to see Mr Knight was staring at me.

"Yes, Mr Knight?" I mumbled; my eyebrow raised I looked over at the man questioningly. Maybe he saw me staring and if so, I might have to send a scooter into my ankle. The man in front of me shook his head before looking away. Now I was even more confused than I was before.

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My last class of the day was sport, something I dreaded almost as much as I did maths. You could never catch me participating in a sport class. This was where we were introduced to the third teacher, Mr Jakes. Jake. I sighed; I had a feeling he would be just as pushy as any other teacher I had. He seemed very interested in sport, unlike our previous teacher who sat and stared at the overly short, shorts some people would wear. Mr Jakes, paid no mind to the girls that were purposefully trying to get his attention, whether this be by pulling their shorts up higher and shirts down lower, or accidentally dropping something in front of him. In fact, I never once saw his eyes look at any of the students in a way that would be considered inappropriate, he seemed more annoyed at their actions.

I sat in the bleachers as I impatiently waited for classes to be over with. The boys had been kicking a ball around and the girls were gossiping on the sideline. I was the only one sitting out, which was perfectly fine, just meant no one would try to converse with me.

For some odd reason, I felt the need to look over at Mr Jakes, and I was quite surprised to see him looking my way. I was quick to break eye contact as I was worried he would come over to the bleachers to tell me off, but he didn't. Instead, he told the gossiping girls off and made them join in, to which they gladly did, and completely ignored that I was sitting out. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.