The Art Of You And Me

two

"No!"

I spoke tersely. I know I've done more than enough. Pushing his left shoulder, I stormed out from him.

"I was just kidding!"

He laughed as he follow me out of the greenhouse.

"Hey, miss! I said I was just kidding!"

"Kidding yourself! You whore."

"Hey, that's unfair! I just wanted to draw you!"

Draw me.

Draw me?

Frozen to my tracks, I turned my head to my left. His lips were pursed, which I think he often does that as a habit, and his hands were tucked into his pockets, shoulders scrunched up.

"What did you say?"

"Now you're deaf?" he mocks, grinning. "How many illnesses do you have? I said I want to draw you."

"Why me?" I quickly asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, popping out his bottom lip as he do. "I don't know."

"What kind of answer is that?"

"I don't know either."

"Can I trust you?" I asked, putting a hand on my hip. "Can I trust you, Tom?"

He snorted, sticking his tongue to his left cheek so that it made a bulge. "Why? Are you afraid of getting laid?"

"Of course! Who doesn't?"

He stretched his lips to his left. "Well, those bitches who will do anything just to make out with me."

"Gross."

Our conversation's been so far. Why was I hearing his sex life anyway?

I turned my back around for the second time and walked away. He was yelling at me and I can feel his presence at my back following, but I never turned. Until we reached the hallway and the girls bathroom.

"No, Tom, I don't want you to draw me. There are lots you can find there."

And then I shut the bathroom's door close before he could even speak.

I propped my hands back into the door, sighed, and stare at the ceilings. I couldn't explain how I am feeling right now. How he make me feel so bad without even trying to. I feel so selfish, and perhaps, rude. The guy was just asking to draw you. It's not bad, right?

No. I can't trust that easily. Who knows how many record cases he have? Who knows if how many girls had he laid into his bed?

That's what makes me mad. I am being mad at the thought that he had laid a lot of girls into his bed. I am mad at him for being too attractive for me.

Olivia, what's happening to you?

I walked in front of the mirror and palms myself exasperatedly. You should've just accepted him to draw you, I told my reflection. Don't deny, you want it too.

I don't want it.

I want him.

God, that sounds bullshit.

- -

My second class just got started when I came in. As usual, everyone's looking at me as I head towards my chair. The thing is, someone was already seated in there and it was Nick.

I don't feel the power to argue anymore so I let him grin his face and I walk into the back of the classroom for a vacant seat.

When I'm finally settled and into my seat, Professor Hemmings started writing into the board in big capital letters, underlining the word: TECHNOLOGY