Disorderly Conduct

Always

*Gwynn's POV*

I finally made it home after the longest day of my life, and I was the most tired I'd been in years. "How'd it go," my mom appeared from the kitchen. There was a huge slice of chocolate cake and a tall glass of milk beside sitting on the counter. "It went ok, but my day would be even more amazing if you said that chocolate cake was mine," I nearly groaned out the last part. She smiled and nodded. "Have at it kid. You deserve something to help take the sting off public school." I dropped my book bag and pounced on the delicious dessert. "Did you make any friends?" I took a huge gulp of milk before answering, "Not really, I met a girl in health, but she isn't really my kind of person." She shrugged. "Well, you'll find your crowd soon enough."

I sat on my bed relaxing, and doodling in my sketchbook. "I know you saw him today," I heard the voice of my David say before noticing him on the stool next to my dresser. "Who," I asked trying to sound coy. "The other David. I followed you today," he replied. "Yeah right. You're imaginary, I can make you go away whenever I want you to. You can't appear unless I want you to," I protested. "Then how'd I appear just now?" I was silent because I didn't know how he appeared, especially since I wasn't even thinking of him. "I don't want to argue. I just came to hold you," he whispered softly. I grinned and held my arms out to invite him over. With fingers intertwined and my head against his chest I felt safe in the nothingness that was him. "I'll never leave you," he swore to me as he did every night before I fell asleep. "Promise?" "Always."

I entered art class, which was unsurprisingly my favorite class. Not only because of the art, but also the teacher, Ms.Vullo, was such an interesting person. I sat at the empty worktable I had silently claimed as mine the day before. The chair beside me was pulled put and occupied by someone I didn't even have to look at to identify. "Hey," David greeted me. "Hi," I replied monotonously. I doodled in my sketchbook, desperately trying to avoid his gaze. I finally gave up, and decided to start a conversation. "So I didn't see you in here the other day," I stated. "Yeah, Clare wanted me to skip with her. She hates history," he joked. Of course it was for his perfect girlfriend. "Look, I'm sorry if it was weird for you at lunch. Clare can be a little over affectionate sometimes," he explained. "No worries. I broke up with you, remember, glad to see you moving on," I lied. "Yeah I know, but I didn't want you to feel like I was throwing it in your face." Too late for that. "Ok, class, for today's assignment you are to draw or sketch something that makes you happy. Something that no matter what you've been through makes you smile despite it all. This should help us get to know each other," Ms.Vullo said over the murmuring of the students. I put my pencil to my pad, and began to sketch.

"Times up," Ms.Vullo called. Looked down to examine my work, and nearly had a heart attack. It was a picture of David, my David, the same David that looked exactly like the boy who was sitting next to me. "Shit." I flipped to a clean page, and began to draw something, anything. A rose, an elephant, tv, anything but David. Ms.Vullo came over to watch over my shoulder. "Why'd you start over? When I came over a few minutes ago you were drawing something else," she questioned. "It didn't turn out good, so I'm redoing it," I lied. "There's no such thing as bad art," she said as she flipped my sketch book over. I stared at my hands, waiting for her to assume I have an unhealthy obsession with the boy next to me. She looked from the sketchbook to David, and finally to me. "Gwyneth here just sketched her boyfriend, David," she announced as she held up my book for the class to see. A wave of nausea passed over me as the class erupted in laughter. "Leave her alone," David said over the noise. "Can I be excused?" I didn't wait for her answer. I jumped from my seat ran out of class. I was crying and out of breath as I sat against the lockers and waited for my panic attack to subside. I laid over in a hysterical state of hyperventilation.

I heard a door open and footsteps before two strong arms enveloped me. "You're ok. You'll be ok," he said into my hair. He strokes my hair, and rocked me slowly, and I tried to even out my breaths. After the attack died down and I could breathe again he continued to hold me. I felt him shift to check the time on his phone. "I'm fine. You have to go," I said. "I'm not leaving you side. Not today. Not tomorrow. I'm here always."

A/n

So this chap kinda really sucks because I had to pretty much rewrite the whole thing. It was probably one of the best pieces I'd written, and it was one of the few chapters where I didn't have a bad case of writer's block. Sorry if you hate as much as I do. Know I probably won't et anything, but 1 or 2  votes for the next chapter.