The Quiet One

☀ Chapter 8

The warm steamy water runs down my body as I turn the shower off and throw on my robe and some socks.

Opening the door, I walk to my room and change into a florescent pink sports bra, and a pair of gray track pants too sleep in.

looking out the window I see the crisp leaves begin silently falling off the tree, and onto the cold harsh grass that has now eventually been covered in leaves.

Immediately I scavenge into my bag that my father had packed and sigh in relief as I see my acrylic paints, watercolor, and all of my art utensils, but frown as I realize I don't have a canvas.

I head downstairs, stair by stair, I feel my body jolt.

"Mrs. Baker?"

"Yes honey?" She answers as she tosses a salad she just made.

"I'm going out too the art store too get a couple things okay?" I say resting my hip against the counter.

"Here, your father left you this." She hands me my wallet.

"Thank you." I yell running up the stairs.

"in a rush?" Jon questions grabbing my hips.

"Yes." I answer pulling away into my room.

"Where to?" He asks leaning against the doorway.

"Get out!" I yell closing and locking the door.

I throw on some dark wash, high waisted jeans, a Burgundy sweater, and some converse.

My hair dried into waves as I dust on some face powder and apply some mascara before grabbing my purse and rushing out the door.

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Sitting in the front seat, Jon's smiling wide at me.

"Hey baby."

"Don't ever call me that." I stare at him.

as we drive off I turn the radio down.

"c'mon! That's my jam!" He yells pouting.

"Nobody cares what your jam is." I smirk.

"How much money is in my wallet?" I ask keeping my eyes on the road.

"500." He says looking at me.

"Since when?!" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He questions.

"I had like 75 yesterday,"

"Probably your dad." He answers immediately putting my wallet back.

"We're here!" I yell excitingly.

He groans. "We used to always come here. I'm sick of this plaaaaaaaaaaace." He holds the a.

"Oh well, suck it up! You chose to come."

I giggle.

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Getting to Jon's with $175 worth of art supplies, I sit in my room in my sweats and sports bra again.

Humming I unpack before doing anything.

throwing my white comforter on the bed, setting my axle for the canvasses in the corner beside the window for easy access, unpacking my clothes, hanging up a couple pictures,

Unpacking my art supplies I put it on my desk and set up my canvas.

I turn on some silly romantic, love songs, Because that's how I'm feeling, and begin painting the scenery outside.

"Cover me up,"

"Cuddle me in."

I sing softly to myself.

as I set my brush down too go get a drink, Jon's sitting in front of my white closet doors.

"Jon!" I scream jumping.

"Hey." He smirks standing up.

"How long?" I ask with my hands on my hips.

"ever since you turned on the music and started singing while painting."

he towers over me.

"I could watch you for hours." he grasps my waist and brushes his lips against mine, starting lightly but kissing me more passionately. pushing me against my closet door.

Images of Jake cloud my head and I pull away, sitting on my bed, hand too my face.

"Jake.."

I manage too say as he storms out slamming my door.