Chapter: eight
He grabbed me and shoved my back against the wall. I could hear the others shouting "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" he let go of my shoulders and leaned back ready to hit me. I advantage of the space and time between us and delivered a series of hits in the center of his chest. I could feel the wind being knocked out of him with every blow. The crowd grew fainter the more in the moment I became. I couldn't tell if it was the crowd growing hushed or me blocking them out. Every move he tried to hit me with I rejected it and allowed my own to hit him. I was a brown belt in Tae Kwan Doe, but I only used it when dealing with guys like him. I backed up off him, letting him get some air. When my back hit the fall, I charged, I jumped up and did a kick spin to the side of his face. He fell to the ground as hard as a rock. Afraid I had killed him; I bent over and checked his neck with my fingers for a pulse. He was only knocked out. Dang girl twice in two weeks, you're unstoppable. Smiling intently, I got up and looked around. I picked up my bag from where it had fallen on the ground and looked for my notebook. I walked towards a group of boys and they scrambled out of the way. Sweating, I wiped my hand across my forehead. I stopped instantly, reaching up slowly, I felt around, but didn't feel my hood. I quickly packed my notebook back in my shoulder bag and said still faking my voice, "I-I forgot to cut my hair." Someone in the back sang loud enough for everyone to hear, "Dude, looks like a lady!" I sprinted out of the cafeteria. When I reached the elevator I thought it over, and decided to take the stairs. As soon as I opened the door I found a room key decorated with a glittered stick on. When I picked it I found a note under it. "I figured you'll be needing this." There wasn't a signature, but I knew who it was from. He was unbelievable. I sprinted up the stairs, my heart pumping hard. By the time I reached the eighth floor, my heart was pounding against my chest so hard; it felt as if it could rip out of my skin any second. I opened the door and made my way to my room. I opened the door with my brand new key and walked in. Dylon was waiting there on the couch, staring into the fire. I walked around behind him. "Thanks for the new key." "Whatever." "Hey, could I ask you something." "Whatever." "Do you have a phone?" he smiled, but replied, "No, I think they're overrated." It was weird, but I dropped the subject with a slow nod and a disbelieving look on my lips. I walked to my room and grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top then took a shower and put them on. I walked to Erin's room and pulled out a pair of pants. Holding them to my waist, they looked as if they would fit if I pulled them over my stomach and tied a belt around it. Walking into Devin's room I grabbed a shirt and tried it on. It was a little long, but they'll never know if I roll up the sleeves and wear a jacket over it. None of the jackets in his closet fit me. I sighed and walked into Dylon's room. He was sitting on his bed, now, reading. I walked over to his closet and searched for a jacket. He bolted up right and asked, "What are you doing?" "Looking for a jacket, duh!" "Why do you need mine? Get your own clothes." "Well, if I'm gonna blend in, then maybe should wear the dress code," I said still looking through his closet. He grabbed my arm, pulled me away from his closet, and dragged me to his drawer. I tried prying away his fingers from my arm, but it made no difference; his hands didn't budge. I decided to wait patiently as he moved his things around. When he moved his clothes from one side to the other I saw a large knife gleam against the light from his lamp. My breathing quickened then slowed down. Ha. Who wouldn't keep a knife in their drawer? You know for protection. Right? He pulled out a jacket and threw it at me. "Happy?" "Thanks," I said wondering why he was being so nice. "Are you alright?" "Yes! Now get the hell out of my room!" "That's what I like hear." I slipped on the clothes, made the adjustments, and checked it out in the mirror. Not too shabby for a half-ass job. I walked, grabbed my books, and out into the living room. As soon as I walked out, I saw Dylon leave. I hurried along, grabbed someone's hat, put it on, then waited. I would wait until I heard him stop walking. His footsteps died as he walked further down the hallway to the elevator. I silently peeked my head out of the door. Dylon was checking around to see if anyone was watching. He looked back, but my head was already pulled back in. When I looked outside again, I saw the back of his swinging hand. Great, Alex, go ahead and attract more people to find some kids secret art room. I walked down the hall and stopped at the corner, pulling out my pocket mirror, I aimed it at the door to see Dylon walking in. When he closed the door, I snuck up to it and peered inside. He got down on the floor and put his hands behind his head. He laid there for at least 15 minuets looking at the artwork before he got up. He walked over to an empty isle, took a paintbrush and different color paint, and started painting. He was the artist? Dylon, my evil roommate, painted all of these paintings? He stood there working on the image for about twenty minuets before he moved again. He walked behind the isles before disappearing from sight. I heard water rush and figured he was cleaning his brushes. A smile broke across my face when I saw his painting. There was a beautiful girl smiling. She had a small pudgy nose, thick, arched eyebrows, and big, brown, beautiful eyes. He drew me. Okay, that's really freaky, but also nice. The only difference is that the girl had flowing blonde hair, like the girl in the picture. Hold on, if he drew these pictures, then wouldn't he be the boy in the painting? He came back from around the isle and spotted me. I didn't waste time getting away. I raced down the hallway back to the dorm. I grabbed the key from my pocket and fumbled with it a few times before swiping it across the scanner. A light blinked red three times. I tried it again, still being denied. I now heard a door close and footsteps walking towards the corner. I tried it again, one last time and it allowed me in. I snatched the door open, but closed it silently. I ran to my room and pulled my book from out of my bag. The door opened and I heard Dylon walk in. I flopped across my bed, hastily pulling my hat off and threw my bag across the floor. I opened the book to a random page seconds before Dylon stormed in. I faked liked I was shocked. "What," I yelled. "Were you following me?" I flicked my hand upwards indicating to look at the book. "Does it look like I was following you?" "Then why is your heart beating so fast?" How did he hear my heart so well? "Because you scared me, you jackass!" He narrowed his eyes walking off. How could a person have such a bad attitude? He gave the word "jerk" a whole new meaning.
