Chapter 12~The Drawing

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*Aria*

I open my sketch book again when I get into Oby and stare at the latest drawing. My drawings normally mean something and as I look at this I don't know if I want to know what it means. I close the sketch book and drive Oby to Kane's school to pick him up.

After I put Kane to bed, I walk to my room and flop on my bed. I stare up at the ceiling then remember I have some homework. "Shit," I mumble to myself as I walk over to my desk and pull a pile of books out of my bag, sitting on top is my sketch book. I open it back up to the page i drew in class, I instantly close it and pick up my computer pressing the Skype icon;

"Babe, Feeling better?" Jade answers the call on the second ring her long black hair and blue-green eyes pop up on the screen.

"I was... until i drew this." I open the drawing again holding it to the camera so Jade will be able to see it.

"Maybe he has a dark past, Best just to leave him alone?" She says in a questioning tone still studying the drawing. "James! Come 'ere."

"What? No! You know how he reacts!" I whisper-shout into the screen.

"And I also know he's the best at 'reading' these"Jade says pointing to the drawing. James who is Jade's twin brother comes in and sits on the bed next to her.

"Hey A! Whatcha got there?" He ask gesturing to the drawing.

"Oh ah, Nothing" I stutter.

"She drew something" Jade says matter-of-factly with a small smirk on her face.

"What? Another one? This is the third time this month! Is it getting worse?" He starts mumbling how he'll drive up as soon as this ends.

"No, No, No, don't! Jade just wanted you to 'read' it" I sigh holding up the drawing.

"I was thinking that maybe the guy as a bad past" Jade suggest to James.

"Yeah probably but who? I don't know. But A, I'm pretty sure the girl is you but I have no idea why the face is covered. Maybe you're hiding something from this boy with the scars?"

"Yeah maybe." I shrug. "Well I got homework to do, See ya next week." I disconnect the Skype before they get a chance to reply and shut the lid of my computer flopping down on my bed ignoring the homework i've got.


*Miles*

Laying on my bed staring up at the ceiling, I think back to when I was At the gym with Aria and she asked me to fight her. I was completely bewildered. No-one ever talks to me that way they are always to scared. She talks with such confidence but such sadness. I can't help but wonder why she's so sad, I mean yeah Her parents died but so did mine and that was a while ago. And the first day I met her she was really confident and had a *I don't give a fūck* attitude then she became really quiet like everything was horrible and she would kill anyone that even looked at her. She's such a confusing girl.

I roll off my bed hitting the floor and stumble down to see if Benji was okay, I open the door a little and see him all curled up snuggling with a toy panda. Where did he get that? I shrug and turn the night-light off heading back out of the room. I sit at the kitchen bench with a bowl of leftover pasta when I hear a knock at the door. I go to it thinking it might be Aria but am surprised and disappointed when it's only Jessica.

"Umm hi?" I ask looking at her confused.

"Look, I don't know what you did to Aria after I talked to you but you made it freaking worse! She just called me and she was sobbing and was an utter mess! Look I didn't come to yell at you I just came to say that I think it would be best if you stay away from Aria." Jessica rushes out in one big breath then turns to get back into her car.

"I don't know what I did! I saw her at the gym and she asked to fight me and spazzed out screaming things about things she thinks I did but didn't and things she thinks I think but don't." I say calmly back to her just before she gets into the car. "I don't want to leave her alone."

"Yeah, but it would just be best." At that she slams the car door shut, reverses out of the drive and speeds up the road.

"Yeah, probably" I mumble, as i shut the door behind me leaving the food on the bench and sliding into bed.


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