My Repair Boyfriend, Leo Valdez

Leo XXI

I was a little curious about what her response would be to my question. I had asked her to draw something and at the same time, I had partially confessed feelings for her.

She hesitated for a few moments that felt like hours. Then she suddenly opened her sketchbook and flipped through the pages. I assumed it was to find a blank sheet of paper to work on. But she pulled out a paper just as the bell rang and handed it to me. She quickly left as I stood there, a shocked expression plastered on my face.

The paper had the most beautiful picture on it. I stared at it. It was me and her dancing the Waltz. I had a tuxedo on and she had a long elegant shiny dress on. Where we were dancing, there was no color, but faded color was around us revealing strings of small orange lights. There were trees around us, showing the stars above. Just like her other drawing, every detail was perfect. With the color, it looked almost real. Except for me and her, who were not colored for small, but nice effect.

I could have stood there all day, looking at it, but a teacher yelled at me to hurry up before I was late to class. I ran through the hallways trying to get to my class so I could talk to her about the picture.

When I finally got to my ELA class and saw her, she was sitting in the very back corner like she usually did. But the only seat open for me to sit in was all the way across the room from her.

That was how it was the rest of the day. Even in P.E. she didn't even come after me in capture the flag, like she normally did. And I couldn't even talk to her after school, because she had detention for the rest of the week.

She kept avoiding me until Friday, when I got to class before anyone else so she would have to stop avoiding me. Besides the teachers, I was the only one there. And I knew that she was getting to school earlier than anyone else so she didn't have to see me. I was prepared for that. Her eyes widened as she saw me leaning against the lockers by our classroom, waiting for her. But she had no choice. Her locker was by the classroom.

She just stood there, looking at me. "You're standing in front of my locker."

I looked behind me. I didn't even realize that it was her locker I was leaning against. I thought it was just some random locker. But I had an idea.

"I'm not moving until you explain this." I turned back to her and brought out the picture she had drew.

"What's to explain?" she asked.

"Why did you draw it?" I asked, curious. I knew I liked her, but I had no clue if she liked me or not. This art confused me even more.

"Look, if you're not going to get out of my way, I'll make you." she said, getting angry.

"I'm not moving. Not until you explain why you drew this."

"Move before I move you." she threatened.

"No."

She looked around us to make sure no one  was looking, and then back at me. She grabbed me by my shirt and threw me down the hallway. She continued to her locker like she didn't just bruise my back.

"Ow." I said.

"You'll live." she replied, going through her bookbag and grabbing notebooks and I noticed that her sketchbook wasn't there.

"Where's the sketchbook?" I asked.

"I stopped bringing it after I gave you the drawing. I decided to only draw at home now. Because some people like to steal it." she said in an accusing tone.

"I couldn't help it-" she cut me off.

"You could help it. You had a choice to steal it or not. So don't tell me you couldn't help it. You could." she said, sounding pretty pissed at me.

"Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know it meant that much to you. If I did, I wouldn't have taken it." I apologized.

"Apology only accepted for a price." she said.

I groaned. "What do I have to do."

"Act like I didn't already have that drawing." she crossed her arms as some people started to walk down the hallway.

"Only if you tell me why  you already had it. I need to know before I act like that never happened." I crossed my arms to match hers.

"I saw that in a dream. Happy?" she sounded like there was more to the dream than she was telling me. Like something bad had happened in that dream and she had only drawn that one scene.

I decided to let it go.

"Yes. Now what? Are you going to talk to me again?" I asked.

"I guess I have to if I'm going to teach you the songs for our drumming concert on Monday. Because right now you really suck at them." she said with a smile on her face.

"Gee, thanks Eclipse. That makes me so much more confident that I'm not gonna embarrass myself at the concert." I said sarcastically.

"You're welcome. After I'm done with detention, you can come over and I'll try to teach you. And you can help me study for finals. Alright?"

"Sounds like a good plan to me. So what time do you get out of detention? So I know what time to come over."

"I get home like two hours after school ends. I'm only in detention for an hour but I get home an hour later. Which reminds me, I need to run an errand for Brandon. So come over at like six thirty. Is that okay? And Jace and I have agreed not to battle today. We postponed it to tomorrow." she explained.

"That's fine." I said.

"Oh and by the way, now that I'm not ignoring you anymore, I'm so gonna beat you in Capture the Flag." she gave me a smirk and walked off into the classroom.

"Bring it on, Nightshade." I walked in after her.