Street Artist

Chapter 12 (and A/N + looong apology + stuff that you might wanna read...)

I had been hoping everybody had forgotten about the whole Sammy, Sally, Sasha or whatever Parker incident in which I claimed to be my own long lost twin sister, but no such luck. which explains the stares and smirks of the students and the ever-confused look gracing poor Mr. Jenkins face.

"So who are you today? Sasha or Katie?" the boy next to me leaned over and whispered in my ear. His friend snickered next to him and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"Depends who's asking."

"Me, obviously."

"Well which do you prefer?" I ask, growing bored of the conversation already. I know this guy. His name is Jeremy something-or-other. He's a perverted pig who made my life hell in middle school. One day, he's going to regret that...

He grinned in what was probably meant to be a charming way, but really only succeeded in making him look like an idiot.

"I think I prefer Sassy Sasha," I raise my eyebrow, trying not to snort out loud at the stupidity of that.

"I mean, let's face it, 'Sasha' has a smokin bod and isn't afraid to show it off."

His grin grows wider and his friend high fives him, still cackling loudly.

I respond without actually bothering to look at Jeremy.

"Ooh, bad choice," I say, smirking slightly.

"Huh?"

"Well," I drawl, "While Katie is the type to sit quietly and answer whatever question you might have, Sasha would probably react a bit more... dramatically."

This is getting to be troublesome. It's hard enough balancing two identities without tossing a third one into the mix.

I turn around in my seat as the bell rings, curious as to the conclusions my idiotic classmates ended up coming up with about 'Sasha', but not curious enough to bother asking.

Seth walks through the door, late (as usual) and strolls to his seat behind mine. I'm not really sure how to react to his presence, especially after talking to him last night at the Meeting place (although he didn't recognize me- thank goodness). It's probably best not to worry about it, though, as he usually doesn't acknowledge me at school anyways.

While Mr. Jenkins drones on, stammering every so often, about some historical event or another, I find myself zoning out and doodling absentmindedly in my notebook.

Soon enough I've completely tuned out the world around me, quickly becoming absorbed in the sketches forming in my notebook. Some rational part of me is saying that it's a stupid idea to draw in the middle of class. Even more so if you consider that I'm supposed to be hiding any and all connections with the me known at school and the me known for taking part in some not-so-legal extracurricular activities.

Needless to say, I ignore these rational thoughts because I am an idiot.

Thus, a masterpiece was born. A masterpiece that looked suspiciously like a certain pair of eyes..  Eyes that are slowly becoming more and more familiar...  Eyes that, at the moment, I can practically feel drilling into the back of my head.

You know that feeling you get that someone is watching you?  Multiply it by 10 and then add in one troublesome alter-ego (not to mention another completely pathetic attempt at what might have been a 3rd identity if, you know, I could act at all... Which I cannot. In the least...), two stereotypical strict, rich, socialite parents, a splash of 'dark-mysterious-memories-with-the-potential-to-fuck-me-over-completely-one-day', a handful of nosy classmates, one crazy friend, my own little band of misfit toys, an obnoxiously sexily nosy new(ish) guy, and a heaping dose of paranoia...  That is my life.  It's a miracle I have yet to have a coronary or something really.

It takes a lot of will-power not to fidget when you can feel someones eyes burning into your back.  Even more so when that 'someone' is in the middle of a giant clusterfuck of secrets, lies, and relationship issues all tangled together.  My life is slowly acquiring all of the requirements for an epic Shakespearian play.  The question is whether it'll turn out to be a tragedy or a comedy.  I'm really hoping for the ladder of the two because I would much rather someone get married than die.  Not to mention, I have the whole 'mistaken identity' thing in the bag already.

"Oi.."

I look up, startled to find Seth staring at me.  My surprise gives way to confusion when I realize there is no-one else left in the classroom and it takes my brain a minute to catch up and for me to figure out that the bell already rang without my noticing. 

"Class is over.." Seth voices my own thoughts out loud.  When I look back at him, however, it isn't me he's looking at but the paper that I had previously been drawing on.  The paper that I had doodled eyes with a suspicious likeness to those of the person studying the sketch.  Well fuck..

I feel heat creeping up the back of my neck and I'm pretty sure the tips of my ears are bright red as I slam my folder shut to hide the stupid thing.  For someone so paranoid and careful about covering my tracks I can be a real ditz.

Lately, I've been way too careless.  The dropped sketchbook in the hall (which Seth picked up..), the incident last night, the close call involving my god-awful acting skills (or rather, lack-thereof)-- that one was much too close for comfort, and now this.  Either Seth is reeeaaaalllllyyyy oblivious and a complete idiot (which I sincerely hope is the case) or I've officially dug my own grave.  The only way to find out is from the straight-faced boy standing next to me, still staring at the spot that a minute ago held the sketch that may or may not ruin my life.  How does one go about probing another person for a clue about whether they know that you're a lying, dual-identitied juvenile delinquent..?

*scene fades to black, leaving y'all with the image of Seth staring at the desk and Katie staring at Seth with an 'Oh Shit' expression on her face as the author laughs evilly in the background*

IMPORTANT THINGY THING THAT YOU SHOULD READ OR NOT IT'S REALLY UP TO YOU BUT I MEAN YA SO ANYWAYS:

Ok y'all first off I'M SO SORRY I AM A PIT STAIN ON THE TEE SHIRT OF HUMANITY I AM NOT WORTHY OF SUCH WONDERFUL PEOPLE PRAISING MY WRITING SKILLS AND SO FROM THE BOTTOM OF THAT BLACK ABYSS WHERE MY HEART SHOULD BE I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE

I know, I suck for disappearing and I really can't make excuses but I want it to be known that I would much rather be writing things for all you lovely people it's just that I'm in my Junior yr of highschool and I really need to focus on school and grades and tests and shit bc college is important and free time is literally a distant dream for me right now so sorry bout that

Also, dunno if you guys have been having this problem or not but the Wattpad app won't work.. Maybe it's just me but the app isn't opening for some reason and typically I write/ post new chapters from my phone bc my laptop is pretty tempermental and all which really doesn't help the whole 'me leaving the Wattpad community indefinitely' thing

So unfortunately idk when I'll be posting new chapters again and this one (although it's pretty short and really cruel for leaving off at a cliff hanger and whatnot) has been written for quite a while now but I only just got around to actually you know publishing it (oops)

Feel free to spew forth many nerdy and/ or creative insults (hopefully containing references to cool shit like Monty Python bc if you use Monty Python and the Holy Grail references to insult me I will probably hold a very deep amount of respect for you as an individual..) and tell me how angry you are that I am a good-for-nothing SOB who can't even be bothered to upload every once and a while or you know something along those lines... whatever floats your goat man..

Anyways, as a sort of half-assed attempt at an apology I'm going to post all of the chapters I've written for new story ideas for you guys to read while I am MIA if you want (bc I have some new stories that have been in the works for a while now but ya so i plan on posting all of that- each one only has maybe 3 ish chapters so far but you know, tell me what you think and sate your blood *cough cough* I mean BOOK-lust by reading some of my other ideas.. k?)

Better late then never right? So viola! an update!

(I really hope y'all read this bc i really am sry about all this and i wish i had more time bc i really enjoy writing new chapters and hearing what you guys think so thas all~ toodles)