Matt's Story [COMPLETED]

Chapter 24 - The Picture

Soooo I got bored of revision and decided that I'd upload again! Sorry if it's short. I'll try and put in as much as I can. Mind you, my chapters are usually quite big anyway so I'm sure you guys wont mind too much :)

Wish me luck for my Tort and Public Law exams!

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Matt wasn't sure what to feel when he realised that Kristen had kept her distance from him for the day. She couldn't hang out with Laura for obvious reasons, and she wasn't close to anyone else, but somehow she managed to stop herself from sitting with him at lunch.

He hardly saw her at all and, when he did see her, she was talking to people from class in a light conversation. He couldn't help but listen in when he had a chance, partly paranoid at the fact that she might give his secret away, partly curious as she decided to almost ignore him completely.

He had to hand it to her, she knew how to keep a guy interested.

Well she knew how to keep him interested anyway. He wasn't sure about anyone else, though he did see several of the guys in his classes looking over at her and whispering at each other. He wasn't surprised. Kristen wasn't exactly bad looking. She could get whoever she wanted if she really tried, besides him, of course.

The feelings he got when they looked at her, though, he wasn't sure whether he enjoyed them. It felt like jealousy, though he wouldn't dare admit it. He just wanted the day to be over.

Did he have to wait for her after class so that they could walk together?

Why was he suddenly wanting her company, now that she wasn't trying to talk to him? Wasn't that what he had wanted all along? Didn't he want her to have friends?

By the last class, Matt was grinding his pen against the table in front of him. He didn't know why, but he couldn't concentrate. He didn't need to concentrate but it wasn't an excuse not to...if that made sense. 

In the last half hour of the period, Matt pulled out his notebook and flipped through the pages. He was already drawing before he realised what he was doing, staring towards the front of the class where Kristen was sat chatting to a girl with long blonde hair, curling at the bottom near the crook of her elbow. 

He kept glancing up as his pencil skimmed across the paper. It wasn't until the lead snapped that he stopped and looked down.

His eyes widened in shock.

This picture wasn't like anything he'd ever drawn. It wasn't a symbol. It was simply just a picture.

A portrait.

Kristen stared back at him through the paper, her dark eyes drawing him in like a magnet. She was looking slightly across her shoulder, a table sketched in front of her, her hair draped down her back and across her neck, her lips slightly parted and dark. The only problem with the picture was that there was a dint in the paper where the pencil had snapped down one strand of hair. However, it wasn't noticable unless Matt pointed it out.

His eyes still wide, he pulled the paper, for the fist time ever, out of his pad and gripped it in his hand, staring at the back of Kristen's head with annoyance. It frustrated him how much of an effect she'd had on him already. Suddenly he was obsessed.

Matt folded the paper and slotted it into his pocket, out of sight, reminding himself to hide it once he got home. He didn't want Kristen seeing a picture of her in his pad. It would just make her get the wrong idea. 

He wasn't sure how long he'd been sat there until he realised that the bell had gone. Blinking, he pushed himself off the seat with a groan and stared at the clock. The students had long since gone, as had the teacher, so he was the only one left in the room. Noticing that Kristen was no where to be seen, Matt's chest tightened as he packed his stuff away and made his way to the door.