Teen Romance Fantasy

Act 23 (Ty)

"What the fuck was that?!" I asked irritatedly the moment Tristan and I were alone. What had I just witnessed? It seemed surreal.

"It was nothing. Just forget about it, okay?"

"How am I supposed to forget about it?! You guys started fighting and then the freak-"

"I said it's nothing!"

Silence. Tristan was usually not the kind of guy to lose his cool. It was bothering him, a lot.

"I'm sorry Tyson. I can't tell you more about this and neither can Louis."

I would be lying if I said that I was not curious. Honestly, the curiosity was eating me up on the inside. For a second the freak had really scared me. It was as if she was an entirely different person and the way she said Louis name so casually. I did not expect any of this.

Tristan did not say another word until we made it to the art gallery. It was rather beautiful. The different paintings were presented like true masterpieces in golden frames. The artworks were done with an uncomfortable amount of colours.

Initially I did not notice but Alexy was in fact inside waiting for me. Our eyes met. She walked towards me. Slow. Elegant. Seductively. She put her left hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in with a magnetic force. Our tongues were fighting for dominance.

I had forgotten that Tristan was still with us and I guess Alexy did not even notice him until he said that he would go ahead and find us some seats for the show in the gymnasium. I guess he just wanted to get out as soon as possible.

"You're late." Alexy mumbled.

"Sorry princess, did I make you wait?"

"For too long. Come, I'll show you the paintings."

The way Alexy gently held my hand, made my heart pound. She pulled me to the back of the art gallery, where I got to witness a painting that could only be described as heavenly. Red and blue. Green and yellow. A brown dot that formed a human. Bottles. Cigarettes. Syringes. A knife. Blood.

"That's my painting. Abstract art. I'm not really good at it. The task was too capture our biggest fear. What do you think?"

"Majestic like the wings of an angel."

"From what book did you get that quote again?" She giggled.

"Night sky by Tina Arthur."

"You should really stop reading her books."

"Can you blame me? I just have a thing for classic literature."

Her painting carried a burden of guilt and shame. It was frightening and exciting at the same time. You could clearly lose yourself in those colours. It was as if a door to a different universe was opening itself.

"Do you think anyone will realise what it's about?" 

"You mean, whether anyone will realise who you really are?"

"Exactly."

"I don't know."

Perhaps it was fate or just luck that my eyes suddenly drifted towards the painting next to Alexy's. It was an off putting painting. Unlike most of the paintings, it did not actually contain any colours at all. It was black and white. Not grey, not red. Just the same shade of black on the white canvas.

A half circle. Stars. A lot of Diamonds. A big one, where the half circle should have been closed to an entire circle. A butterfly? Two black holes and weird ranks, like the ones of ivy's . What was this and why did it look so familiar? I had seen this somewhere before already. Think Tyson! Where did you see this?! Could it be... If you look at it from another angle... Is that really what I think it is?

"What's wrong?" Alexy asked seriously curious, since I just could not look away from that painting and my entire body was probably trembling. Even I could tell that cold sweat was running down my face.

"Who made this?"

"Let me think... I believe the freak made this one. It's kind of weird. Is she scared of stars or what is that supposed to represent?"

"Are you really sure the freak made this?", I asked one more time, begging that her answer was going to change but it never happened.

"Well yeah. See that notebook? It's hers. She must have forgotten it here."

There was indeed a notebook right in front of the painting. It seemed out of place, since the pages were all more or less empty. Every page was marked by a small yellow painted sun in the bottom right corner. The sun was not drawn in a way that you would usually draw a sun. Instead of a circle, she drew a structure that reminded you of how children would draw a snail shell.

If it had not been for Alexy, I would have stayed at the art gallery for the rest of the day. However, she made me come along with her to the gymnasium, since Tristan was already waiting for us. The gymnasium was indeed crowded. People were basically fighting for seats. I was rather surprised that Tristan got us at least seats in the last row. I was tall enough to see everything, so it did not bother me. Alexy on the other hand did not see more than the backs of the people sitting in front of her.

The show was soon opened when Nikola stepped on the stage with his black coat that he did not button up as usual. His clothes were elegant and mature. He looked as if he wanted to go to a business meeting. His neutral expression was almost frightening. He spoke into the mic like a robot but still everyone listened to him. The lights were dimmed.

Once Nikola was finished with his speech, the dance club got on the stage. I did not expect Aisha to be part of the dance club. She walked in last in her black bodysuit that perfectly captured her curvy body. It might have been my imagination but when Aisha walked past Nikola, I noticed how for a split second they were looking at each other. Their eyes met before they avoided each other's gaze again.

The dance itself was unlike everything I had expected. The dancers were perfectly synchronised. Despite Aisha being in the back, it was as if she was the heart and the soul of the dance. Had she always been such a good dancer?

Perhaps Alexy noticed that I was a little too interested in the dance. She held my hand. Her head rested on my shoulder. For a second the world stopped turning. It was just the two of us. Lovely and blind. Her hand moved to my knee and suddenly I felt her fingertips between my legs. Gentle and yet aggressive. I was hers. The music was slowed, the dancers barely moved, the crowd was frozen. In that moment of sincerity, I felt two eyes capturing every move I made.

When I looked around, I found them. Brown, emotionless eyes, just like marbles. She was standing there next to the door. She was not just with the guy and the girl from before. Suddenly there were more people. Two guys. One looked just like her. The same cold eyes, the same disgusting expression. She left.

"I'm sorry babe. I promise I'll be right back. There's something I need to make sure of."

I left as well.