𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

I am strolling towards the 'Art Room".Gladly there is no announcement bursting through speakers anymore, neither we have seen Mr. Barrett nor he did, he is letting it slide off possibly. 

Anyways, I am roaming through the corridors. Somehow, I have decided to go for it, as much as my brain is yelling with my legs to stop and bunk it again. It won't matter tomorrow. My heart is screaming something else and according to directions which my heart is throwing at me I am moving on that track.

I have decided that I will push it further till I am in this school. I would let everyone enjoy it cause, of course, we have one fucking life. So I will push Avery further if she won't say through words, I will do that by action. This is what my heart is yelling. I am not the one who will give up this easily, I will push it till she will accept the offer. I have never heard what my brain has spoken which has resulted in me scoring almost 0 in all subjects. Making fucked up decisions such as drawing a dick on Mr.Barrett's walls and sticking the chair to Drake's ass.

That was the best one

I open the doors to the Art room. It's two big doors made up of wood. The wall outside is painted with spray paint with quotes related to Art. And as I look more this whole corridor is awarded to Art. Honestly, at this moment this place seems like a fucking haunted house. at the entrance, there is only one lamp that is hanging up glowing yellow light. With the window near the staircase, a bit open the chilly breeze is whirling around.

I open the door to the art room, but the door opens from the other side and I bump in. " I am so sorry ". The girl whispers and yea I recognize this voice very well. Winks winks

" it's you again, you know what I think God wants us to collide again and again ". I smirked at her while she just stares at me. God, why does she acts like a robot? I want to get a reaction out of her.

Looking at me standing, she opens the door wide, while I enter inside the huge art room which is filled with canvases of different sizes, no nook of the room is not filled up with art.

" Do you love art?, honestly, I don't like I wonder how they even draw like Look at this ". I blabbered around stopping by a panting of an eye. I gasp by looking at it. I haven't ever seen something like that. It's just a normal eye but the way a tear is rolling down out of it. It has all the textures, the veins our eyeball perfect.

" Isn't there anyone except for us? ". I asked her looking around on my own.

Us?

Felt nice

" Which one is yours? " I asked her. Strolling furthermore, there is a painting of the Mona Lisa than Leonardo Vinci and other great artists. I don't remember their names. I am bad at it like really bad even worse than I am in Maths. I came across a painting that is covered with a white cloth. " please don't pull it ". She stops just before I would have pulled it off in a swift movement like I pull their clothes off.

" why, is it yours? " I asked her with an eyebrow raised the reaction she has given is worried or like she is scared. Why?

But she doesn't answer. God, I want her to talk. I know she is compressed with emotions. The one she gave that night than this one. But she hides it somewhere deep within. The urge to know her is increasing as more I am spending time with her. What I said about fate before was in a jokingly mood but I don't know I sense like it's true. That's why our paths are meeting again and again. Perhaps, I am her knight in shine armor who will help this Rapunzel escape from her tower, I mean from whatever Avery wants to evade. I shrug it off cause I am hella overthinking.

She is still standing there, her eyes lingering on me in fear that I will pull it off. I move away so that she will relax, for now, I won't pull it over but when she won't be around.

" you have a bad habit of forgetting things you know! You need to eat almonds otherwise you will forget those maths formulas ". I told her bitting back my laugh at how her expression chachangedod, she is some other creature. I begin laughing at seeing her. I can't stop myself anymore.

" I was joking why so serious? ". I asked her still laughing. " Cmon girl laugh, this world will end one day '. I told her in a serious tone. It's the truth we all are gonna die & no one is gonna remember you so fuck it. - Billie Eilish.

" who is your friend?' I ask her. I have never seen her, but I have seen someone like her. I have never seen her talking to anyone.

" No one " she answered this was quick. Fantastic, a spectacular idea pops into my head. Fuck

" you know if you will keep acting like a robot, I have a deal ". I smirked at her. But she just stares, which makes my smirk widens cause I am damn sure she doesn't even have a Lil hint of what's going through my goddamn brain. There is no one else and I am too tired of strolling. My legs have given up. She doesn't say anything so I continue with the bid. " If you won't respond, I will kiss you & trust me, I keep my words, I don't break promises ". I smirk at her.

Her jaw drops open at my words. My eyes drop and pause at her lips which are pink plumpy and seem soft. She bites her lips thinking about it.  Fuck that's a freaking turn-on. Baby let me do that.

  Like what! I won't hesitate to do that. I have done this with so many girls. I am the artist of smooching.  I fright how would she taste. Her pink plumpy lips against mine.