SHADES OF SILVER. KTH | 21+

chapter 4

I hummed as I let my hand do it's job while sitting in silence except for the occasional taps of foot or shuffling of book pages.

Unconsciously biting my lower lip I shaded and traced outline to give some touches to the drawing which I finished.

The classes were over so I got to library and started to draw since I wanted to get high.

Well I prefer cocaine or some weed shit to get high But this was my safe high which I don't mind other than drugs.

Pouring all emotion to an art. Well, not an ideal type of shit for someone like me. But that's it. Arts speaks alot. It's not just a sketch or portrait, Maybe if you look more closely and see beyond from just colours and stuff and try to understand them, Then maybe it reveals you about the untold memory or story of them.

Dropping the pencil on table I stretched my hands and wiggled my fingers.

Just then a crumpled paper ball hit my chest and then to my thigh.

Who the fuck?

Oh.

There sat that Travis dude opposite side. Placing the paper on table I stretched my leg and leaned back while looking at him.

This man surely is something. He was so clingy and so fucking annoying. If it wasn't College, I would have made sure he had some bruises on his body. Like dude give me a break.

He was that hyped one and always talks alot even if I kept quiet. He wanted to sit beside me so I made it clear to keep his ass away from me if he wanted his future kids to be safe. Which explains why he throwed a paper.

"Pssst" he pointed at paper.

I looked at him and raised both my eyebrows.

I'm still not sure about him. Like if it was something deep, then he wouldn't be nice to me, but still.

I smiled lightly as I remembered when I smelled some weed kind of thing from him not sure whatever it was. Ofcourse. All in all THAT tattoo on him does have something in it. Oh. Definitely there are.

Well If I want to get his ass out then that's no problem. At all. I can literally just search him on a face scan of mine and boom all records are out. But where's the fun in that. If HE wanna play some old game then we'll play it in MY way.

Smirking I took the paper and opend it.

Yo salty.
Wanna go on a coffee or something?

Again. This dude sure was something.

Like everytime he talks he can't hide his smirk and double meaning sentences.

His guards are always up and sharp. Sure gotta say that. How his eyes moves in alert or how some time he looks at me as he was holding himself from something or that bruised hands which he kept inside his jeans all time sure says something. Oh sweety if you wanna hide it then try harder. Hmm what about the gun which was at his back on Jeans which I felt. Tsk. Not a sly fucker.

I chuckled at him. As he wiggled his eyebrows. Sure he is trying to cover up. Trying to portray someone he is not. Which I HATE WITH MY ALL BIENG.

if you gotta tell someone something you gotta tell them in their fucking face. If you gotta punch someone then do it at the moment. If you don't feel like being fucking nice then don't. I mean why the fuck would you hold back?

I packed my pencils and put my assignment on my back bag and nodded at him to door as I walked out.

Coffee huh.