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Waking up was a struggle. I was so tired and inside to out I felt raw. But somehow... I felt alive, relieved. So, it's Thursday.
And I am late, of course.
Walking in I got the same burst of air I got on my first day. Chilly but pleasant. I walked down the long foyer, the heels of my boots on the floor was the only noise. I clambered my way up the twisting grand staircase to the third floor. I was supposed to be in a class that was like a regular art class, but only for fan art.

I quietly walked into the room, or studio. Long tables ran in columns, each of them covered in materials. Paints, banner paper, rulers, colored paper, plastic netting, felt, all in various colors.
The room was huge, about half of the cafeteria.
Wow.

"What's your name?" A sharp voice asked. I went on to see a girl, about my age, with dark hair in a short- very short, and tight- dress.
Her makeup was extravagant, scary really. And her nails as long as talons, painted perfectly pink, where as mine barley met the tip of my fingers and were never colored except maybe black. She was shorter than me, but I was tall, even still she was in at least six inch pink heels.

"Yeah. Okayyyy..." I said stepping around her, I rather be caught dead than standing next to such a girl. She stepped in front off me, blocking my escape. Two more girls showed up, both on either side of her, arms crossed.
It's queen bee and her minions. Of course.

"I asked you question."

"Who said I had to answer? Now, if you'll excuse me, your perfume is making my nose sting." She's a poptart. That's how I had her pegged. Snobby, rich, boy crazy, insane.

She jutted out a hip. "Excuse me? One bottle costed me sixty bucks."

"That's really sad, actually. That's how much I pay people like you to keep away."

"People like me? Who do you think you're talking too?" Her eyes went wide and I was reminded of a blob fish.

I smiled at the resemblance to myself.
"A fish. That pretty much sums it up."

"I am Eleanor Parks, my dad owns the ground your feet are standing on. So, I would think again before you insult me, I could have you dragged out of her like this." She snapped her fingers. "You better watch it." Then, like always, a classic hair flip and a strut away.

"Well, I've seen you met her majesty." A boy with shoulder length black hair and blue eyes said. "I'm Nathan Blue." He had his hands tucked into his jeans pockets but reached out to me, unlike Daxton, I actually took his hand.

"Amberley, call me Amber." I told him.

"Amber," he repeated. "Okay, here, you sit across from me." He indicated a stool on the opposite side of the table.

"Oh, thanks."

"Yeah. So, let me give you a run down of how things work." He said, he turned away from me, to a sink behind him. He turned the water on and continued to wash paint brushes. "Eleanor is typical queen bee. Kisses anything alive and starves herself to squeeze into tight everything's. Her apprentices do, too."

Turning back to face me, he dried the brushes with a rag. His worn blue hoodie was splattered here and there with darker blotches of water.

"Then there's me and my friends, more like brother, actually. We're, well, not necessarily popular, but we're up there. I'm majoring in art here, I wanna be an illustrator. I also do drums, super expensive though." 
He sat again, going back to work on the canvas in front of him.
"Anyway, like I was saying, steer clear of them.
Not like I think you're going to just waltz up to her and share lipstick, but she's just someone you can't trust. I would know. Plus, you don't seem like- well, a girl, to be honest."

I didn't know if I should've been offended or not say anything and let him continue. He choose for me.

"No offense, I mean, you're clearly a girl." He gave me a sideways glance, up, down. Then gave me a grin. "Yeah, definitely a girl, you just...seam different from the others."

"Umm...thanks?"

"Anytime." Nathan continued on with his painting using swift streaks across the paper.
"It's good to be different. I dig the leather by the way. But, tell me if I'm wrong, there's something you're hiding, something you're running from. Am I right or wrong?"

"Both." I answered as the bell rang. "I finished running."

He smiled and nodded as I left the room.

I had my fan fiction writing class next. With Walker. Oh, do I have explaining to do. I felt a twinge of guilt about ditching him as I opened the door and bound toward my seat. Only to get stopped, for the second time today, mid way there. He wasn't angry, he wasn't even upset.

"You ditched me."

"I felt sick."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying."

"You just lied again. I saw your face before you left. You were crying."

I didn't have anything to say to this. I stepped around him and seated myself. Moments later he followed suit, sitting next to me.

"I mean, I'm sorry if I asked to many questions or made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to, but ditching was a low blow."

"I didn't leave because of you." Was all I said.

"Then why did you?"

"Because."

"Oh, gotcha. It's that time of the month. I get it, no chill. You're good."

I laughed. "That's your only solution as of why I left? Sad."  I shook my head at him.

"I hope you understand now, I don't plan on leaving you alone. I will bug you until I know."

"Why? Does it really matter?" I asked, bored.

"Yes. I will annoy it out of you." He said, poking my arm consistently.

"You can try but, little siblings, remember? I'm used to it. I'm not going to crack."

"We'll see." Walker flashed me a grin.

"So we shall." I said, returning his smile.

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