Third Person POV:
Charlie gazed at the blank piece of A3 paper, completely uninspired. The teacher was a young woman, probably in her late twenties, and had assigned a task to draw anything you could possibly want to draw. She began to think about the events from the previous night; she began to think about Lucas' bright green cat eyes, his long, irresistible tail and his soft, plush ears that twitched slightly from time to time.
Without even realising it, her hand began to move on its own across the smooth surface, drawing unrecognisable lines at first, until after about fifteen minutes, they all came together beautifully. Her face was at peace, and the people nearby began to watch her with slight awe. She had to sharpen the now greatly shortened steadler pencil about ten times because of the speed and size of the artwork, but she was in another world completely. She stopped and looked at it thoughtfully whilst biting the end of her pencil lightly.
All of a sudden, her eyes widened and sparkled as if she had just though of something. She threw her pencil to the other side of the room, landing it perfectly in the middle of the pens and pencils tray, attracting even more people's attention and respect. In one swift movement, she bent back on her stool at a very sharp angle, and she picked up a random black sharpie off the floor, not even breaking a sweat as she used her now visible, well built abs to pull herself back up again without even needing to use her hands or arms. The boys were all seeing her in a slightly new light, checking her out and nodding their heads in approval, and most of the girls glared daggers at her because of this, but the entire class were wondering why the hell her back didn't snap from the sharpness of the angle.
All the while, she was, if anything, even more immersed in the canvas. To her, it was swallowing her up and it was all she could think about. She swiftly shaded in a large part of the canvas, and it was starting to form a beautiful yet simple and clear artwork. When she had finished, she leaned back and smiled to herself, until she zoned back into reality and her cheeks flushed red as she saw everyone, even the teacher, was looking at her and her artwork with amazement.
Through the entire process, Lucas was watching from the corner of the room, with his annoying female leeches sitting with him. Ugh, really, just because he was the prince, they were all over him. But Charlie was unlike any woman he'd ever met. Sure, he slept with women from time to time when they caught his interest, but it was pure lust and a simple whim that the stupid ones always mistook for 'love'. Tch.
Love was stupid. It never got people anywhere, and it only bound you have to a single person, and basically being a human cat, that felt horrible and constricting and he wouldn't have any of it. But, the only reason he even came to this class was because Charlie was there.
She was his latest interest and was sure that it was the same as every other surge of lust he felt once in a while. He was also sure that she would fall for him any day now and he would get what he wanted - like always. Yet, although he felt that way, there was something deep inside his heart that said otherwise but, as always, he hid his true feelings away. He was to become King of the demon world one day whether he wanted to or not and until then, he was to live free and hopefully escape.
He smirked at Charlie as she zoned back into the Earth and started blushing madly as she realised the entire room was marvelling at her abilities transferred onto the artwork. He smirked as a small, mischievous plan started to form in his mind as he slowly started waltzing to her.
"Hey, Lucas baby, do you want to go out tonight with is? There's gonna be an awesome party at Matthew's place. Come on," One of the girls asked him seductively, trailing one of her manicured hands down his chest. He smirked down at her, although it didn't really appeal to him as much as it usually did, but it still did the job. He nodded slightly and brushed her off, but since she got what she wanted anyways, it wasn't very difficult. She galloped off towards her group of friends and probably began gossiping.
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The Secret Demons
Novela JuvenilCharlotte Evans. That's me. I sighed, finally free. I held my train ticket tightly and held the remains of my mother - the only who ever loved me at all. It was a black crow, and she gave it to me just before she committed suicide when I was only el...