The Devil's Angel (paused)

Chapter 3

I changed into light blue jeans and a white long sleeved shirt. Then I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my white hair. Next I went downstairs and made some breakfast for my father like I do every morning. Then I grabbed my bag and put some shoes on before I left the house to go to school. On my way there I recalled the events from yesterday and the day before. Slowly my cheeks turned a light pink when I remembered the dream from last night. Luckily it was just a dream because if I really had done and said those things it would have been beyond embarrassing.

As I arrived at school I went straight to my first class which was art. I really did like art because there I could let my mind wander and I was quite good at sketching but sadly I wasn't allowed to have any art supplies at home. My father didn't want me to have any kind of fun.

I introduced myself to the teacher and took a seat. Today we were allowed to paint anything we wanted. I didn't know what to draw but my mind kept wandering so I didn't realise that I had already started to sketch something. By the time I realised that I was drawing I had already finished. My heart stopped beating for a second as I realised what was drawn on the piece of paper in front of me.

"Mr. Hunter that is a really good drawing but I haven't seen him smile before", the teacher, Ms Red, said while standing behind me.

I had drawn Brian while he was smirking. My face turned beet red in just one second after hearing her comment.

"Th-Thank you, Ms Red", I answered in a quite voice.

"You don't have to thank me for telling the truth. You have talent. Do you want to become an artist when you're older?", she asked.

"I don't know. I don't think I could make a living of it", I replied unsure.

"It doesn't matter right now but I will give you an A for the drawing. You did good, Mr. Hunter", she told me and went back to her desk to write something down in her notebook.

I looked back down on my drawing while the heat crept back into my cheeks as I blushed again.

"Why the hell did I draw Brian? I only know him since the day before yesterday and most of the time I was passed out. I just can't help that my thoughts are always filled with him. I wonder why? I don't get it. I don't get life", I thought frustrated.

The bell rang signaling the end of the lesson. I quickly took my bag and the drawing and made my way through the halls until I bumped into someone. Again. I landed on my butt while the drawing slipped from my hands.

"I should really start to look up while walking", I thought to myself and stood back up but the person I bumped into had he drawing in his hands and was starring at it.

Just then I realised that it was Brian. I froze on the spot while I starred wide eyed at him. Slowly a smirk made its way onto his handsome face.

"You're really good at drawing but why did you draw me of all people? Can't you get me off your mind?", he asked me teasingly what made me blush.

"Yes", I whispered very quite.

I thought that he hadn't heard my whisper but it looked like he did hear it.

"Really? 'Cause you're everything I can think about. Would you come with me for a while?", he asked still smirking.

"Where to?", I asked curiously.

"It's a surprise", he replied.

I followed him up the stairs 'til we where on the roof of the school building.

"You don't plan to throw me off the roof, do you?", I asked with a worried tone but in reality I wasn't scared.

Somehow I knew that he wouldn't hurt me. I didn't know how I was able to trust him so much when we barely knew each other but at this moment I didn't really care about it. It felt good to finally trust someone even though I knew that I would probably end up heartbroken in the end because I could already feel me crushing on him.

"I would never ever hurt you in any way, Jackson. I promise it to you", he replied.

"So why did you bring me up here?", I changed the topic.

"I wanted to ask you something. Do you have time today after school? I know you told me that your father is sick but I would really like to spent some more time with you", he asked.

First I wanted to decline because I would get beaten again when I was late but the look Brian gave me made me hesitate. He looked like he wouldn't survive a rejection so I accepted his offer and I found myself happy about it. I was looking forward to spending time with Brian.

"Great. Thank you, Angel", he smiled while giving me back my drawing.

I put it safely inside my back and looked back up at Brian. He seemed to be very happy about something.

"Why do you look so happy, Brian?", I asked.

He closed his eyes briefly before answering. "I really do like spending time with you so I'm happy that you accepted. It's almost as if we're having a date after school."

I blushed again at his words but didn't say anything. It was true that I was gay but I hadn't told anyone so far and I didn't plan on it in the near future. I looked back at the ground and waited for Brian to say something since the silence was slowly killing me. I've learned that silence wasn't a good sign because every time it was silent at home something bad would happen. The beatings were worse than before and my father would almost kill me but he would never do it. I once asked him why he didn't kill me yet. His answer was that I simply didn't deserve to die but I wasn't allowed to live either.

"Is everything okay? Jackson? What is it?", asked Brian worried while holding me by the shoulders.

Just then did I realise that I was shaking and looking wide eyed at the ground. I was breathing heavily and almost crying. I looked back up and into Brian's dark eyes that seemed to calm me down. Slowly I started to relax but it seemed like I relaxed a bit to much since my legs gave out underneath me and I fell right into Brian's arms. He held me to his body as if he was worried that I would fall apart at any moment. My eyes suddenly felt heavy and started to close. I felt Brian picking me up and carrying me somewhere before I lost consciousness.