𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋

I look at him with my mouth dropped to the pith of the floor. I have left the habit of chattering like a bird to everyone but now I barely speak to anyone. I stare at him to find any sort of mischievous behind. But no he smirks at me. He is enjoying it. Maybe I should open up a Lil more? So I nod before realizing I agreed to the deal and the circumstances.

He stands up back again. I still stare at him standing up back to proceed with other things. He is wearing a black t-shirt with a ripped leather jacket over it and ripped jeans. his outfits yell about his personality. Typical bad boy, heartbreaker. Electricity shoots through me every time he gazes at me. It's Thursday which means we don't have any other period so I have to spend time with him. I don't know what is he doing here like he doesn't seem even a Lil bit interested in Art. Whereas, I spent my time here so that I can escape reality.

Miss. Ellie came to announce the task and for me, she gave me a free-hand to draw anything while he is supposed to stare just like chemistry. I mean watch me.

" who made the last one? " he asked pointing towards the painting I drew. I don't know what came to my mind but I draw a girl whose face is in the sky while I have merged a football field at the bottom.

I stare at him again not answering old habits. He smirks and makes his way towards me, he leans in closer my brain shoots me the knowledge about what he said. So I just shrug my shoulders, as if I dunno to whom this belongs. I won't admit it's mine he will make fun as others do. " words" he demands in an extremely chill tone smirking again. The same electricity current sprouts inside me. " It's...not important ". he moves back releasing  me. I exhale the breath I didn't know I was holding.

' I will see it by myself ' I mumbled walking away from her. It was covered with a white cloth. I pull the white cover off it and God

The fuck

I gasp by looking at it. I haven't ever seen something like that. It's a face of a girl whose eyes are glistening she is up in the sky while the football field is in the bottom

It's a fucking masterpiece.

' You made it? ' I ask her.

No, her demons did, idiot.

' let me take a pic, I will show mom ' I said taking my phone out of my pockets, Mom loves Art, art baking are the only things she love more than anything, even excluding me & Dad while she just stares at me.

God those eyes

' No, you can't it's bad ' she said her voice barely a whisper maybe a Lil hoarse. why does she think it's bad, she needs to see mine?

I will show her mine maybe then she will know-how her paintings are.

' you wanna see mine?' I said bitting back my laugh. I know very well what I draw.

She just nods. I take a piece of paper from the table and pin it to the easel. I began to draw something which I too don't know. I bit back my chuckle when I saw her looking curiously at what I am trying to draw.

' See ' I said showing her what I draw. According to me, it's an apple. She looks at it way too curiously as if she found something or real meaning behind what I draw.

Does she do the same? Hide some meanings behind her paintings?

She still doesn't understand. Oh God, she looks so cute confused. I laugh loudly at her reaction. How is she so naive?

' Goddamn, Avery it's a freaking apple ' I said still laughing. It looks like a soccer ball. And because of this freaking soccer, I am here in an art class.

I don't know if I am thankful for it or not. I thought this art class to be boring but I am enjoying it with her.

' looks like you like it ?' I asked her smirking the way she is staring at it.

Still, she doesn't answer leaving her to admire my not so gorgeous ugly apple.

I move around on my own observing every painting with my hand running through them feeling their hard-soft textures. Finding amusing things, some people have just thrown paint with nothing. While some have drawn real masterpieces. Like Avery's.

I look around to find her, but she is not there. She was here a minute ago I saw her but now she isn't. Where did she go?

I walk out of the art gallery closing it behind me. She has left her belongings there. Picking them up, I lock the art room. Our school is closed except for those who are included in courses. And today is Thursday so there aren't many courses going on except for art.

God where she went?

Before I could proceed where she is, the fire alarm rang.

Fuck

My heart is beating at the speed of light now. I feel extremely tensed. She gets lost in her goddamn world way too quickly. What if she doesn't hear it?

I began checking every room I pass by but they all are vacant. I went downstairs to check the washroom. I even enter the girl's washroom, I don't care if there are cameras.
I slam the locker near me so hard that it opens nevertheless, it was locked.

God, where are you, Avery?

Looking around, I have almost checked half of the school. I feel like a fucking five-year-old finding his lost toy.

' Avery ' I yelled.

' Avery ' I called her.

' Avery, Fucking Blake where are you?' I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I seriously look like a maniac with my hair drenching with sweat for the amount I have combed them being baffled they are messed up as fuck. If rayce and cray were here, they will probably think I am drunk.

There she is standing, lost in her world. Why can't she see there are other things too far behind her world which she has created in her goddamn mind.

' Goddamn Avery, can't you hear the fire alarm ' I shouted holding her hand taking her with me. She flinched at the way I shouted at her. I know I shouldn't have but she scared the fuck out of me. No one has ever done that. I felt so lost when I couldn't find her.