Because Of Her.

31 | Dumb and Naïve.

"Alan wait...Alan!" I try to catch up with him as he sprints out after our presentation. My mind is racing with thousand of thoughts but right now I am more confused as to what has gotten into him.

"Alan what happened? Where are you going?" He suddenly stops causing me to halt in my steps too before I crash onto his back.

"What happened? You are asking me this! Didn't you see what happened back there?" He shouts surprising me. I have never heard him like this. I didn't even know he could get angry and could sound like that.

"Yeah I know what happened but you handled it well." I say. I totally lost myself in fear and thank god for Alan who saved us by making up things about abstract paintings. I don't know if Professor bought our—his made up story but students looked like they do except Natalie who started the news of how I am back again with destroying art.

I really wanted to punch her face there but I left behind Alan as I saw him leaving.

"That's what you have to say handled it well? We shouldn't have anything to handle because we got everything covered didn't we?" he demands and I only nod not trusting my voice.

"Then tell me how the hell it was disaster that we present instead of the impressionism we paint?" He asks.

"How would I know? I was there with you. I was confused too."

"Oh you were? I see...so you are telling me you didn't know. Fine—then who the fuck should know about it if not you." He yells and I jump in fright.

"Why are you yelling at me? I don't know. I am equally shocked at seeing...wait a minute are you somehow blaming me that I did it?" I ask and my mouth falls open when I see him giving me dead serious face.

"I didn't do that!" I exclaim somewhat in anger. How can he point fingers at me?

"Those painting were with you last night. Hell from many nights not to mention I repeatedly told you to at least check them but you were adamant on proving that there is nothing wrong. Now that I see you were hiding all that from me." He accuses.

"I don't know where the hell did you get this idea from but I didn't do it." I can't help but to raise my voice.

"Just like you didn't do the damage in art room, ruining all that painting of others in the same manner of how ours looked like."

I gape at the words falling from his mouth. He did not just say it. I have told him everything when we partnered for this assignment heck he was the first one who came to me to be my partner. He sympathizes with my story and praised me how good of an artist I am especially when it comes to impressionism style. Is he the same guy who said all that? By the look of his face I can tell he realizes what he said but he doesn't correct himself in fact he glares at me more.

"I have already told you how it wasn't my fault. Bringing it won't change the fact that I have anything to do with what happened today." I say as calmly as I can.

"Yeah well maybe it isn't done by you maybe you are telling me the truth but what about someone else huh? Someone else could have done it."

"You are telling me that I told someone to ruin our work? The work where me turned our day and night into one, the work we put our best efforts into. You are telling me I let someone damage it?"

At this point I am sure whatever is coming out of his mouth, he is saying it. He isn't thinking before saying and just wants someone to blame.

"That is what I am asking myself, trying to understand how as an artist you could just ruin it or let him ruin it." He snaps. Him?