Wild Child

Chapter 2

*Lacey*

I walked down the sidewalk, humming a tune to myself and thinking about the paints and the blank canvas on the balcony of my room, waiting for me to bring life to it's surface. I couldn't get my mind to focus on painting the horizon because all I could see in my mind were blue eyes, Jackson's eyes. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, so I pulled it out and looked at the screen.

New text from: Hottie BadBoy;)

Boo! Are you walking home?

-Jax (Only you get to call me that by the way)

Me:

Hi, Jackson. I'm walking home, yes. why?

I smiled and changed his contact name to "Jax (maybe a crush, shut up)" and waited for a response. Someone on a motorcycle pulled up and cut off the engine next to me, so I stopped and looked over. Jackson had taken his helmet off and was just sitting there grinning at me, "want a ride home, Lacey?" He held the helmet out to me and I looked down at myself, "I'm not exactly dressed to ride..."

"That's okay, you want my jacket?" He started to take it off, before I could tell him no. I took the helmet let him take the jacket off and hand that to me as well, which i promptly put on, then threw my leg over the seat and tried to get comfortable to stall the part where I put my arms around him. I slid the helmet on and he looked back at me smiling, "you ready?" I nodded and slowly put my arms around his waist and gripped the front of his shirt and he started the bike back up and we took off. I gave him directions to my house by pointing so I wouldn't have to yell. He found it almost too quickly, I wanted to stay with him a little longer.

I let go of him and handed him his helmet but smiled mischievously, "I'm keeping your jacket... It'll give me a reason to actually talk to you, meanie." He rolled his eyes and nodded, letting me back away from the bike before he winked at me and sped off. I smiled shaking my head and turned around and walked into my house.

I ran up to my room and set my things down, taking the jacket off to change into my painting clothes and going out onto my little balcony, pulling my pencil out and starting a sketch of a pair of wolves (pic on the side) and by the time I was done and it was time to paint, my father was calling my down to dinner. I set my pencil down and ran down the stairs, slipping into my seat at the table while my mother brought food in from the kitchen, she made steak, and mashed potatoes, with gravy! "Mom, it all looks amazing!" I filled my plate and started munching down on the potatoes, when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket again. I pulled it out and looked at the screen.

Jax:

Hey nerd, wanna hang out tonight?

Me:

I dunno, let me ask.

I turned to my dad, "hey daddy, can I go hang out with a friend tonight?"

"I don't know. Which friend?"

"Jackson... He's a new friend, please!"

"A boy, peanut?" He looked pained.

"you can meet him first!!"

"fine," he caved. We went back to eating and I sent Jax another text.

Me:

Hey, my dad said it's cool but he wants to meet you first. maybe try to find something to drive beside your bike...

Jax:

Okay, I can bring the truck.

Me:

Okay, well it's 6 now so how about 8 or so?

Jax:

Sounds good to me :)

I smiled at my phone and put it down to finish my food. By 6:15 I was putting my plate into the dishwasher and running upstairs to start painting again.

The next time I looked at the clock it was 7:49 and I still had paint all over myself. I quickly washed my brushes and looked at the work I had done. I don't know why this was my vision for the canvas but I could see the lines before I had even drawn them, I could see the way the black wolf's eyes looked at the viewer like it knew every secret in their heart, I could see the scars on the white wolf's face, long and jagged, like someone had gotten too rough in a fight. Seeing the eyes of the black wolf made me feel vulnerable and I couldn't make myself look away.