I've Built These Walls

Ch.4 / Artistic Beauty

Skye's P.O.V.

God, I hope Mrs. Shay doesn't ask me any more medical crap. It's 7:42 am, I'm tired, I'm trying to avoid Torre, and I can't wait for school! (ahem, that was sarcasm). I sneak downstairs, trying not to disturb anyone - not that anyone would notice me. I changed and put some makeup on that Mrs. Shay graciously let me borrow before I headed downstairs and face reality.

"Ah, hello Miss. Kyle. Would you like some beer?"

I smile a little, turning around seeing Mr. Shay. Mrs. Shay walks past him, glaring at him and shakes her head in shame.

He shrugs and looks over at me saying, "Oh well, I tried".

I laugh, "Thank you, Mr. Shay, but I should probably go now".

He nods, smiling, walking away. I left, walking to school. It's only a block away, but god I wish it was so much longer. The torture of school - can't wait for my locker to be filled with hate notes taped to my locker. As I'm walking, I try to fix my horrifying monster I call hair which was my bedhead. I look at my iPod - 8:12, I've got eight more minutes. I login to my Spotify and start playing "Motionless In White - Reincarnate". I wish I could reincarnate into a different person, but I guess you can't get everything you want in life.

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I sit down, flipping pages until I find a blank page in my sketchbook. I'm in Mr. Roney's art class.

"Take a seat kids!", he happily spoke.

I don't see Alex anywhere, did he sleep in? I smirk, sketching some doodles as sir is talking.

"Today's class will be about the concept of eyes. Now, I always start my classes with jokes, but all of my jokes about eyes kept getting cornea and cornea ...", he laughs, then it awkwardly dies down. No one else laughed.

"Oh, nevermind. Now about eyes. Eyes are very complex to draw, especially the iris. The iris needs to look like a nature landscape, if you're making the iris blue, then it should look like a winter scene. COLOURFUL, COLOURFUL, COLOURFUL!" Great. Colourful.

My artwork and the period are both almost done. Mr. Roney, sorry dude, it's gonna be black and white. I decided to change up a bit by adding a hand coming out of the eye instead of making the landscape just like he asked.

"Woahhh.. nice job Skye. Could you draw me something?"

I tried not to look startled, but I think I failed. Alex is looking down at me, confused but smiling.

I roll my eyes, "whatev-"

"MR. SHAY, HOW NICE OF YOU TO JOIN US, KID. YOU'RE LATE. TAKE A SEAT." Mr. Roney yells.

"Yes sir", he says while smirking.

He sat down beside me, and I tried to cover my face by looking down, making an impression that I don't want to talk to him. Yeah, he helped me, I owe him a lot, but last night might've gone too far ... Sleeping in his bed beside him? Oh god. The regret's rooolling in.

"Soo ... that looks ... interesting. Why is there a hand coming out of the eye?"

"It's like my inner monster coming out. Rawwrr". I growl.

He laughs, Mr. Roney glaring at him. I saw Alex get closer to me, then slowly moved away. I look over at him, and he has my phone.

"WHAT THE HELL DUDE?" I angrily whisper, trying to get my phone back. He types my number in his phone, then gives back my phone. I glare at him, trying to imitate Mr. Roney, then I look away.

I hate him.

The bell rings, and I hand in my colourless artwork, hearing "Colourful ... colourful ... colourful ... NOT COLOURFUL, WHO'S IS THIS?" as I speed walk out of the room.

I laugh as I turn around seeing Mr. Roney outside of the class, looking around the halls, shaking his head in frustration. Well, I'm screwed. Smiling, I walk to my locker. I forgot about the messages. My smile gets wiped away as I read the messages before I rip them off, "Worthless", "Piece of Shit", "Kill Yourself". Thanks, Torre's friends. Now I know where all these notes have been coming from. Fuck you guys.

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Steve's P.O.V.

I walk down the hallway, scanning through the sea of teens, trying to find Alex. We've been friends ever since he's moved to Truman High, and he's the only one I've trusted to spill my secrets on. I brush my pastel blue hair out of my face. It's the end of the day, and we were going to hang out at my place. I heard he found another girl. Lucky him. Me? Well ... I like his brother, Torre. He's a year younger, but who cares? He's pretty darn cute.

God, so many people in the halls.

S - Hey, where are you?

A - I was just going to ask the same thing, I'm outside the art class. I'll meet you outside. P.S. I GOT SKYE'S PHONE NUMBER!

S - That's great! Tell me about it soon! c:

I dodge people as I jog out of the school, occasionally bumping into people. I blush, quickly saying sorry. I say sorry too much, but it's probably because I'm Canadian. **ITS TRUE, WE DO SAY SORRY A LOT - Author** I'm out of breath by the time I got outside. I look around to see Alex and ran towards him. "Hey" I pant, "What's up?", trying to catch my breath.

He smiles, "I just told you what's up. I got Skye's number. I assumed she wouldn't give me her phone, so I borrowed it during art, wrote her phone number on my phone and vise versa, gave it back to her, and voila! She looked pissed, and she didn't talk to me after ... but ..."

I stared at him in disbelief. "You what??"

He sighs.

I groan, leaning against the school wall as I push my hair out of my face and grab a cigarette. Alex looks over at me, raising his eyebrow.

"It's a metaphor, you see", I said. I take my lighter out of my back pocket. He groans. "Not actually. Sorry".