Elijah
"It was hideous Elijah, I had to throw it away."
I stared at Carter with bewildered eyes. "It was incredible."
"You're just saying that because you've never seen any of my other work. This is why oil paintings take me the longest, I start over like a thousand times."
"That's insane."
It was friday.
Carter, Kayson and I were at the park for day two of me being his muse. I thought this was going to be hard for me, because of the secret I was keeping. I wasn't a good liar or very good at hiding things.
But Carter made it so easy. He never talks about his girlfriend. And as long as we don't talk about Jade then I'm good.
When Carter saw me he nearly had a heart attack.
He could also see the bruise that I covered with make up, like Noah did, and I was starting to think I just wasn't as good at makeup as I thought. Thea was my reassurance though, she didn't notice my bruise Thursday, or today.
Yeah, we eat lunch together everyday now. We're practically besties if you ask me.
Carter noticed my bruise because he "has a eye like no other" and Noah noticed it because he "knows a bruise when he sees one". Pfft whatever. It was going away now anyway.
As for my busted lip and bandaged hand I told both Thea and Carter I was play fighting with Kayson. They technically couldn't see the cuts on my hand so they didn't didn't know the depth of the situation. It was believable. And I quickly changed the topic right after, so they couldn't ask any follow up questions I couldn't answer without being suspicious.
I really gotta work on my lying.
Something tells me Carter doesn't believe me entirely, but he didn't pushed it any further which I was thankful about.
He did get on me about not being careful with "precious cargo". Apparently the fact that his muse now has a bruise under her nose, a busted lip, and a bandaged hand was bad. Very bad. His was disappointed to say at least. Also very concerned. I'm talking next level, scared boyfriend, concerned.
I didn't know he cared so much. Especially about wittle woh me.
"Promise me you'll be more careful."
I chuckled, looking at him playfully. "You're just saying that because you need my face for your project."
Something wild flickered in his deep blue eyes and he closed the gap between us. My breath hitched and my smile flew for the hills as I stared in them. "I'm serious Elijah." He breathed, his warm breath fanning across my face. Tingling my skin. "Promise me."
He was so close. In this nearness his eyes looked a lighter shade of blue near the pupils. Kind of like a coral blue. And his cheeks seemed so smooth, like a baby's butt. And his lips..
"Promise me." He exhaled. Desperate.
"I p-prom...I promise." I stuttered. Why was I stuttering? Why was he looking at me like that?
His eyes fluttered across my face, taking in my features before his deep voice muttered a "Good." And he was back at the easel, setting up stuff again.
So that was like fifteen minutes ago and I still didn't know how to feel. Either way I shoved my hands in the pockets of my zipped up jacket where they've been ever since.
"So where's the canvas from monday?"
"In the trash."
"You put it in the trash?!"
