Disorderly Conduct

The Light

The next day of school was somehow worse than the day before. Even though David had reacted so caring, I still took extreme measures to avoid him. What I didn't realize was that he wasn't the one I needed to avoid. In health I sat down next to the pretty blond girl, Clare, again. "Hi," I greeted her with a smile. She rolled her eyes and turned to face me. "Why'd you draw a picture of my boyfriend," she asked. "Um, it wasn't what it looked like. I know a guy who looks like him, and yeah people assumed the wrong thing." She scoffed. "Listen, freak, just leave him alone. No more cartoons or sketches of him; don't even look at him. Got it," she snapped. I nodded. "Good, I didn't waste half my summer listening to him go on and on about some weird Italian painter guy just to have you guilt him into dating you," she said as her fake smile returned. I looked down at my text book. I'd never been called a freak by a person who didn't even know I actually had a freakish disorder.

*David's POV*

It was lunch time, and I searched the cafe for Gwynn. I felt someone slide their arm around my waist. "Oh hey Clare," I said as I still scanned the sea of faces. "You don't have to look for the guys, we've already sat down over there," she said as she pointed to a table in the middle. "Uh, ok," I said, giving up on finding Gwynn. "What's up with that girl drawing you in art," Danny asked. "Just a misunderstanding, no big deal," I replied. "Dude she doesn't even know you, and she drew a perfect portrait of you. It's all anyone is talking about. Then, she had some weird mental break down," he exclaimed. I sighed. "What a freak," Ken said, and I lost it. "Don't you EVER call her that again! You know nothing about her, and if I ever hear you say one syllable about her again I'll make sure you NEVER pick up a lacrosse stick again in your life. Or anything for that matter!" The whole table stared at me with wide and surprised eyes, but I didn't care. I got up from the table and stormed out of the cafeteria.

*Gwynn's POV*

I sat against the building in the pitter patter of rain while waiting for lunch to be over. I stared down at my soaked converse and counted down the minutes until the bell. I was on the 15 minute mark when I saw the familiar broad shoulders of David. "Hey," he said. "Hi." He sat down next to me on the wet pavement. "I see you found my getaway spot," he said. "Sorry," I apologized, "I'll leave." He grabbed my wrist as I started to get up. "No, don't, I wanted to talk to you anyway," he explained. "About?" "Yesterday," he answered. "Look, I get it, I was having a panic attack and you were just helping out a friend. No biggie," I responded. "Actually, it is a biggie, you're all I ever seem to think about. I try to pay attention in class, focus in lacrosse practice, I even use Clare, but all I ever seem to think about is you. You're like this light that shines so bright, and whenever you're not shining on me it's like I can't do anything else but wait for you to shine again."

A/n- I'm back from the dead! I'm going to start updating regularly on this story, so yeah. Vote/comment and all that good stuff:)

~Jordy