This short story is dedicated to all my favorite writers on wattpad. Like the author of Silent Love, Addicted To Meth, Death is my BFF, and a hundred others. This is where I got my inspiration from. No intention to copy anybody's work.
He was hunched over a sketch book, his hands moving furiously over the paper. He'd glance at me every once in a while thinking I hadn't noticed. One particular moment, his glance had turned into a stare. I caught his gaze and was rewarded with the most magnificent gray eyes I'd ever seen. He looked away quickly, not expecting me to stare back. "Julie," My friend called out, nudging me. I turned back to my friends distractedly. Still lingering in my mind were his beautiful grey eyes.
I throw my books into my locker carelessly. As I begin to close my locker, one of the books slip out, falling to the ground. I didn't get a chance to bend down and pick it up. The hooded boy was already standing there, holding my book. He handed it to me wordlessly. I took it, smiling a thanks at him. A corner of his mouth quirked upwards. I heard the slam of a locker and I turned to see that it was mine. I look back to the spot where he was standing and he had vanished. Gone quickly as he'd come.
I stood in the long lunch line, tired of waiting. Finally came my turn. "Can I have a slice of pizza with a coke?" "$3.50 please," The lunch lady said. I dug around in my bag for my money but looked up when I saw a shadow cast over my face. There stood the hooded boy. He paid the lunch lady handing her over a $5 dollar bill. He took my tray in his hands and looked at me expectantly nodding his head towards my table. Snapping out of my daze I followed him. He placed the tray on my usual lunch table. I grinned at him. He offered a small smile and backed away toward his usual seat across from mine. I sat down, watching as he pulled out his tattered sketchbook and set to work.
Days, weeks, and months passed like this. Him buying me lunch, walking me to class silently, and a few smiles and words exchanged here and there.
On the last day of school, he approaches me. His hood down and a shy look on his face. "For you." He holds out a piece of paper towards me. I flash him a confused look but take the paper anyway. I look down at the paper and I gasp as I take in the intricate, hand drawn portrait. I see a drawing of myself with a carefree smile on my face. Black and and white with splashes of colour in odd but wonderful places. Every line and contour of my face carefully drawn. Each detail captured. Signed at the bottom of the page, was his name and a message;
'I love you.'
