A/N okkkiiieee, hi guys c: first of all, this is a late update and I'm so, terribly, incredibly, etc... sorry! :D anyway, this chapter may be short and I'm sorry... again, it's because I have to go babysit again v.v anywhore, here we go!
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Chapter Eight -
The Art Room
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I know, in the movies, that it takes a short time to fall in love, but I honestly didn't know it only took a few weeks to fall in love in reality. And, for fuck's sake, I hate it.
I mean, I wish it took years, so I don't have to feel uncomfortable around him, now that I know what I feel towards him. I don't want to feel stupid or embarassed. And every single girl, pretty much, has a huge-ass crush on him, so it's not exactly helping.
"Hey," I hear a hushed whisper from the entrance to my dorm, and I see none other than Noah himself, with a boyish grin on his face. He gestures for me to follow him, and since it is almost 3am in the morning, I have a feeling where ever we are going, we're going to get caught no matter what.
I sigh, and look back to where Alex is sleeping, and snoring, might I add. And I cringe when I see a small trail of drool dripping down the side of her cheek. I shake my head slightly, following Noah out of my dorm, tucking my key into my back pocket.
"Where are we going?" I whisper harshly to him, elbowing his side. He lets out a yelp, and I slap my hand over his mouth, and he narrows his eyes at me. Suddenly, I feel something wet on the palm of my hand and I shriek, and this time, he covers my mouth with his hand.
"Somewhere awesome," he grins cheekily, grabbing my hand and pulling me along to where this "awesome" place was. I hear him breathing heavily from beside me, from running a lot, and I'm guessing this place is far away. I poke his arm. He looks my way, and I smile at him.
He smiles back.
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"Here we are," he says quietly, almost mezmorised. I look to where his eyes are set at, and I nearly gasp. Here we are, in a room, filled with art work, paint, paintbrushes, and so many colors.
"How did you find this?" I squeak, my eyes as round as saucers. I grab his arm, squeezing it lightly. I can feel his arm tense up under the palm of my hand, but he relaxes once I let go.
"Um, well, I couldn't sleep..." he starts, hesitant, "and I just wanted to get fresh air, I guess, and came across this place." Not much detail, I thought.
"Right," I mutter, my eyes taking in the beauty of the room, and I inhale the smell of fresh paint, and I nearly giggle because of it.
"You like it, don't you?" He mumbles from beside me, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair, letting out a breath.
"Yeah! Why wouldn't I?" I squeal quietly, staring up at him, finding that he was already looking at me with a troubled, yet excited look. It doesn't suit him, the two emotions put together.
"It's all yours." Those three words made me freeze, and if possible, my eyes grow wider.
"What?" I ask, my voice not sounding like my own. He found it himself, and he showed me. It should be his, not mine. Or both of ours, if possible.
"The thing is..." he breathes, and I stare at him, his eyes glassy, and he almost looks... vulnerable. "Have I ever told you, that the... I guess you could, say headmistress here, is my aunt?"
I blink. Twice more, and a few more times, my face emotionless. "What are you talking about? Where are you going with this?" I ask, worried and scared, if possible.
"She's... over protective, I guess you could say? And.. she's seen me with you, and she... ugh," he groans, rubbing his face roughly with the both of his hands.
"And what?" I whisper, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I have a feeling it's something bad. Very bad.
"She wants you to stay away from me," he murmurs, and I cough, standing up and almost knocking over a tub of red paint.
"Maybe... maybe we could.. ugh, it won't work, nevermind," I say harshly, stomping past him, a trail of red paint following after me. I guess the paint spilled a bit.
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"He what now?" Alex screeches, slamming her fists down on the table we were sitting at in the cafeteria, making people whip their heads around, staring at Alex like she was a lunatic, and I guess a lot of people thought that, I think.
"Yeah..." I say absentmindedly, and I suddenly hear a tray slamming itself down beside me, and I flinch. I don't bother looking. I move my fork around in the noodles, and squeak loudly when I hear Alex growl, like a fucking wild animal. I stare up at her, and her eyes are blazing, staring at the figure next to me.
I nearly fall out of my seat when I see Noah sitting there, a smirk on his face. I open my mouth to say something, but he slaps his hand over my open mouth, like last night, and my cheeks turn pink.
"Who says I follow the rules?" He whispers, placing his forehead against mine, and I let out a breath, sighing once he takes his hand off of my lips, and I close my eyes.
"Noah, Danielle, my office, now," a stern voice says from a few feet away and I wince, recognizing the voice as Noah's aunt, and he doesn't move. He stares at me, something in his eyes saying "don't listen to her." And I don't, I stay where I am.
"Now!" She snarls loudly, and people gasp around the room. Noah squeezes his eyes shut, grabbing my hand, standing up. He pulls me along, and I squeal when I almost trip, looking back at Alex who has a goofy grin on her face, though she was incredibly mad at Noah a few minutes before.
Once we reach the office, the head of the school stares us down with a deadly glare, and I shrink back in my seat.
"Did you two not listen to the rules?" She says harshly, like scolding a child for sneaking a cookie out of the cookie jar when he wasn't supposed to.
I know I didn't, but what about Noah? He sighs sadly, and I take it as he did.
He nearly chokes on his words, and he looks down the whole time as he repeats rule number ten, "Rule Ten: No romance involved between any camp members."
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A/N OOOOOOOOOH, THEY GOT CAAAAUUUGHT.
anywhore, yes, this is a short story, that's why it's going fast. I'm not the kind of person with like, 40 part stories haha
anywhore, vomment in the trash can! c:
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