Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 8.

The next day

I got out of my vehicle and grabbed my bag. I lit a cigarette and leaned against the side of my car. I noticed a few people walk by and then I saw him and her. They were holding hands and talking.

He broke his concentration on her to look at me. She looked at him then over at me. I broke my gaze with him and flicked my cig to the ground. She pulled him along and disappeared into the building. I rolled my eyes and heard the bell ring, making my way to class.

...

"Lucy." He whispered as I wrote down notes.

I turned and looked at him, pressing my finger over my lips. He made a face.

"Psst."

I smiled to myself and kept writing. He poked my arm with a pencil. I turned to him.

"What?" I whispered.

"Hi." He smiled. I looked down and covered my face to hide from laughing.

"I want to talk to you." He said.

"About what?"

"Shhh." We heard someone whisper. He gave them the finger and went on.

"About yesterday."

I froze and went back to my notes.

"There's nothing to talk about John."

"Look, I shouldn't 'av kissed ye. It was a mistake and I regret it."

That was a punch in the gut. A Mistake. Regret.

"Oh." I said looking at him.

He paused and bit his lip. "I didn't mean for it to sound like that. But...me and Cyn.."

"I get it John. It shouldn't have happened. It was a mistake."

"Lucy no..."

The bell rang and everyone got out of their seat. I sighed and put my things in my bag. He stopped me and placed his hand over mine. His hands were warm and rough. I looked up at him.

"Better get back to Cynthia. Wouldn't want to keep her waiting huh?" I glared at him. He looked taken back by my attitude and just walked away. I watched him leave and disappear out the door. One class down. Three more to go.

....

As the day went by, John didn't talk to me and I didn't talk to him. That was until last class. We finally got to paint on a canvas and I was more than excited to use a brush.

I was painting my vehicle since we had to experiment with techniques. I noticed John painting a naked woman. I smiled a little to myself and shook my head.

"Is that all you think about?"

He turned and smiled at me. "Yes."

I giggled and reached for the red paint. "Not even going to deny it."

"Why would I? It's not my fault women are beautiful. Fuckin hard to get through but beautiful."

I bit my lip and resumed painting.

"What about you? What are you working on?"

"A car."

We both laughed as he walked over to look at it.

"Wow that's pretty good."

"You mean great." I smirked.

"Ah. Now who's cocky."

"Well you know, you're just talking to the future miss Dali."

He raised his eyebrows. "Yeah? I'll be a rock n roll star and you'll be an artist."

"Seems like we'll both be going somewhere." I smiled. He laughed and shook his head.

"Are we allowed to talk again?"

"If you admit you're a prick." I said shrugging. He smirked and nodded.

"I'm a prick."

I smiled and blew him a kiss. "That's all I needed to hear."

He tapped me on the head with a tube of paint and went back to his work. I smiled to myself knowing all was well again.

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