Love is the Devil *on hold*

Chapter 2

I almost laugh at Britanny trying to be seductive, or sexy, or whatever you want to call it. It was hilarious. All of lunch she kept slinging herself over Lucifer (an action I tried to pretend I was ok with). It was weird I have to admit the distaste I had towards her actions. I just met the guy, I feel like I hate him but then I get all territorial over him. I feel dumb, to be honest. The funniest part was Lucifer kept shoving her off him. But she laughed it off then got all handsy again. When the bell finally rang he jumped up and said he had to get to class. He left quickly without another glance.

"Weird..." Britney says with a scowl. "He usually doesn't care about class." And then she whips around to look at me. "Whatever you are doing to him, STOP!" She drops her voice into a deadly whisper, "You stay away from him. You are a nobody, you should stay that way." Then she flips her hair and walks off. Once she is out of earshot Julia and I break into fits of laughter.

We get our stuff then head off to our classes. I go into the studio and first notice that the walls are completely white and that there are none of the usual decors. I frown slightly not liking the lack of color before sitting at my now white table in my now white seat.

"Take a seat," Mr.Webb says as the class pours in and he gets out a chalkboard. My classmates have the same look as they walk in as I had when walking in.  He writes imagination and blankness on the board then underlines them. "For the next few weeks, we will be working on our imagination. During class, you will just paint. What you paint is solely up to you, anything that pops into those genius little heads of yours. Before you step into this class you will clear your minds so you can tap into your full potential. I have made everything around you white so there are no distractions and no just painting what is around you. Now come up get a canvas and paints and begin! I will walk around and see what you are doing. And please keep it appropriate!" He finishes with a smile. Kids quickly rush up to the front to get their supplies already knowing what they will paint. But for me? My mind is completely blank just like my surroundings. Mr.Webb comes over to me and gives me my usual set of paints and a blank canvas. "Coming up nothing?" He asks. I nod my head and he just chuckles. "Just start painting and your hands will do all the works for your brain. Art is not a skill you can acquire it is something that is just in your blood. People spend lifetimes perfecting it. But you, I am sure you can do one measly little painting ok?"

"Ok," I say beginning to set up my station.

"Good." He says standing up from the seat he had taken and began to make his way around the classroom. I stare at the damned canvas for what seems like an eternity, until, my hands begin to move without thought. I begin to zone out the only thing I hear is my brushes against the canvas. My senses filled with my painting. I can only see the line I am making at the moment I make it, I smell my paint and feel the rough canvas turn smooth beneath my hand as paint is applied to it. I don't notice as people begin to gather around my stations. I don't notice the whispers and gasps of astonishment. I am only pulled from my thoughts when the bell interrupts. I sigh and take my brush away from the canvas. My hands spotted with paint as I cap my paints. I take a step back to look at what I had done.

There was an angel surrounded by a burning forest and a shadow over her. The shadow colored red and black, and slightly resembling a demon or the devil more specifically. The angel was colored gold, silver, and white. I gasp when I realize the angel looks like me. Without even looking in a mirror I had done myself perfectly. The features of the angel were too small for anyone else to notice though. And thank the lord that no one would think I am conceded.

"Hey is Angela in here?" A familiar voice asks. I turn to see Lucifer. I turn back to my painting realizing the builds of the demon and Lucifer match. I sigh grabbing my paints and hiding my canvas.

"Yeah, I'm in here. The real question is how you knew I was in here."

"I heard people talking about your amazing painting in the hall, I wanted to see it for myself." Then I realize, the room was empty except for Mr.Webb and I. And now Lucifer. I rush putting my things away and grab my things.

"You don't get to see it. I got to go. Bye." I say avoiding his eye contact feeling embarrassed about the painting.

In my creative writing class, I have a substitute. So it was a free period. I decided to leave not wanting the chance of running into Lucifer again at the end of the day. After I grab my stuff from my locker and stuffing it into my backpack I make my way to the front entrance. Or in my case the exit. And just my freaking luck I run into a leather-jacketed wall of annoyance (Lucifer).

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" he asks.

"Not that it is any of your business, but home. Or you know away from you." He laughs in response.

"I am leaving to want a ride? Or do you have one already?" He finishes with a worry on his face.

"I have a bike I can ride...hey who are you looking for? I ask noticing his distraction.

"Britney... I've been trying to avoid her all day. And I have my last class with her. So the plan would be moot if I stayed." I laugh despite my best efforts.

"Well good luck" I say waving at him as I change my direction of walking. We had gone outside without me noticing, and I had begun to walk towards the parking lot with him rather than the bike racks. I really need to focus more when I am around him.

1092-final story word count

#my brain hurts