There's Just Something Sexy About...

There's Just Something Sexy About... *3*

I had an epiphany!!!!!!! It happened right after I posted the last chapter and I must say- I think its original and it'll keep the story alive :D

There's Just Something Sexy About... *3*

I woke up on Tuesday as if my spell of bad luck had ended. I guessed I was becoming good at predicting how my day would go, but I was just glad I didn't feel completely horrible.

Having had a good night's sleep and feeling refreshed, I decided to take time on what I wore today. I straightened my hair for the first time in forever, letting it hang down to its full length. Then I threw on a white jean skirt, a white tank top, and a deep indigo cardigan. Satisfied the image in the mirror, I trotted down the stairs and happily started my car.

The rest of the day went smoothly; I didn't run into anyone, teachers seemed to forget about my detention (unless Mr. Colgan marked me present), and I never ran into a situaition in where I was embarrassed. The day was turning out to be my best.

"Ms. Clinton, will you take this to the art room?" my P.E. teacher asked after taking attendance.

I really had no reason to refuse- I was getting out of P.E. for Pete's sake! "Yes, ma'am," I answered. She handed me a piece of paper- folded and taped- and sent me on my way.

I've always been a curious little booger. My dad once told me that my curiosity would get me in serious trouble one day, but I took it as a joke and continued to snoop around. My walk to the art room was no exception.

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After reading the note, I realized there had to be a secret; why else would they put it in code? I also thought I knew the code they were using, and if I could just write it all down, I might be able to de-code it at home. I'd absolutely kill to know what these two teachers were talking about!

Checking to see if anyone was coming, I jumped into the spare art room. It was close to the one Mr. Marcus taught in, but no one could see me in this one. I closed the door, closing it with precise slowness and accuracy.

"Now I seriously think you're the one stalking me."

I swiveled around and for the first time I noticed that this room was being occupied. Mystery boy sat on a stool in the middle of the room, paintings surrounding him. And they were exceptionally well painted.

I stared at the art, marveling at the talent and skill it must have taken. There was an image of Paris, a couple at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower, holding hands and looking up. It was all black and white, some of the background images blurred. But this was made from raw, pure talent.

"Do you like them?" he whispered from his stool.

Like them? I loved them! They were simple yet complex, elegant but humanly messy. Yet I couldn't tell him that. "They're alright." He was probably already on his high horse without my help...

"Why do you insist on doing that?" He was looking at me with a frustrated visage, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Do what?" I began absentmindedly looking at the other artwork, not willing to look him in the eye.

"Why do you always pull away from me? I've been nothing but nice, and yet as I chase you, you just keep running. Why do you do that?"

I knew exactly what he was talking about. My life had taken me down some hard and dark roads, roads that taught me how to safely distance myself from someone so I wouldn't get hurt. I've always kept things to myself, but ever since The Incident, I won't dare to be too friendly with anyone. I know that fact about me and I never want that to change.