Let Her Go *ON HOLD FOR MORE WRITING IN MOW*

Let Her Go~Chp 1~ The New Girl

He walks through the hallway. A scowl on his once beaming face, people move out of his way, knowing about his anger issues when she died.

A brunette girl, too busy gossiping with her friend, doesn't notice that he's walking her way, and he bumps roughly past her.

"Hey! Watch where you're going loser!" She shrieks, eyes widening in fear when she realises who she shouted at. He stops, and walks slowly towards her, shoving her by her collarbone against a row of lockers, he leans to her frightened face.

"Why don't you just keep out of my way next time eh?" He hisses, eyes narrowed and hands balled into tight fists.

"Uh, yes. I-I'm really sorry, I'll watch out n-next time." She stutters, clawing at his arm. He finally releases her, and she slides down the lockers onto the floor. Her friend rushes to her aid, as he stalks back down the hall to his next class, Art.

He busts open the classroom door just as the bell rings, making it slam on the wall. He drops down into his seat and throws his bag under the desk.

"Uh, hi is this Art with Ms.Adams?" A girl pops her head through the door after the bell rings.

"Yes, and you're late." Ms.Adams crosses her arms over her chest, pretending to be tough.

"Oh, sorry Ms.Adams! I'm kind of new and I got lost on the way to the main office." The girl steps into the classroom. She has long light brown hair, down to her hips, light blue eyes and a guilty smile. She looks so much like the one he lost. He sits up straighter, she looks so much like her, he stares at her and she can feel someones gaze on her back. She turns and sees him, he has light blonde hair and very dark brown eyes, almost black, his face set in an almost permanent scowl or frown. 

"It's okay sweetheart," Ms.Adams laughs. "I just do that to scare people. So what's your name new girl?"

"Um, Leah Peters, Ms.Adams." She says, clutching her black shoulder bag tightly.

"Oh my niece has the same name, it means delicate, weary, and i can see why." Ms.Adams chuckles to herself. "Anyway, please take a seat Ms.Peters." She gestures around the room. There are about three seats free, but Leah just takes the closest one. Right next to him.

People gasp and whispers echo around, Leah shoots them a weird look, and he clutches the sides of his desk, Leah looks so much like her, almost the same name too. Leah and Lina, one means delicate the other means gentle. Leah looks and sounds so much like Lina, he thinks this could be a joke, but he refrains himself from blowing up, as he is still shocked at the sight himself. 

Ms.Adams shoots Leah a slightly surprised look, but turns to the entire class.

"Alright, um, I think we'll start off with some easy drawing today, seeing as we have a new girl. Use any drawing media you like, but your piece has to have something to do with fire." She announces.

He goes to an easel, picking up a brush and painting vivid streaks of red, yellow, orange and blue to create a huge, dangerously realistic, skull made of fire. The background in painted black with small blue flames curling at the edges. He doesn't notice until he starts adding more blue to the skull that someone is next to him, painting also, most people stay as far away from him as possible, this girl is clueless. She paints lightly, arching her arm to get just the right movement. 

"Whoa," She says, her mouth in an 'O' formation when she looks over at his painting. "That looks so realistic, how did you learn to paint like that? That's amazing!" She smiles gently, light blue eyes still wide. More people start to whisper, at this brave girl who dares speak to this short tempered danger. He looks at her painting and is amazed, but quickly masks it with a blank expression. Leah's painting is of the beach, but the water is grey, the sand is grey, the trees are grey, everything is in shades of grey (A/N haha, shades of grey...how many shades of grey? Okay...back to the story.) except for the rising or setting sun. It blooms out into the dull sky with a spark, vibrant, bright warm colours wavering out of an orange/yellow/red half circle, light edges of blue etched on the edges of the tails of fire. The sun almost engulfs the entire grey sky, making it the main focus point. It reminds him of the times he and Lina went to the beach everyday, watching the sun set and rise when they could be bothered. 

"Thank you, I like your painting too." He grumbles quietly. People around them are shocked and intrigued, for the first time in a year, he finally said something that wasn't cruel, threatening, or an answer to a teachers question. Rumours and gossip are already buzzing around, chatty girls spilling their guts to anyone who will listen. An arm gets slung around Leah's shoulders, making her cringe slightly then face the person.

"You can teach me how to paint anytime babe." He winks, it's just some random guy, probably trying to get Leah's number.

"No thanks, babe." She growls, stomping on his foot then elbowing him in the stomach. 

The guy backs off, holding his stomach while his friends laugh, Leah has just set her reputation to untouchable yet shy, and somehow able to talk to the un-talkable. He is impressed, smirking slightly and continuing to paint blue on the skull. Leah continues painting too, adding black to the grey scene, making it have a dreary kind of aura, a ghost of a smile threatens to appear on his face, but he forces it down with a rough scowl. He looks down to his left wrist where the scars are, covered by a black watch, he disgusts himself with his own actions but he doesn't care.

He will never show any joy to anyone but the one he lost.

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(A/N

Hey, so this is chapter 1. Just a warning, this story is very romancy, not much action or anything like that happens. Yeah he's pretty depressed and you'll understand why as the story progress'. Hope you liked it.

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