A sad life

Meeting the boy

Throughout the day, as always, I stayed to myself. Headphones in, music all the way up, head down, and avoiding everyone. I guess it is kind of my fault that I get made fun of or whatever you want to call it. I mean, in retrospect I shouldn't because I keep my head down and mind my business, but in high school you get considered snobby, rude, and weird when you do that. I think people just get mad because they crave attention and I refuse to be the one to give it to them. Oh well.

I stepped into first period sitting at my desk in the back right corner and taking my notebook out to doodle. When I did, it was opened to the last page I drew on, a portrait of a teenager. She was beautiful, honestly I think the details of her face came to my mind because she's exactly what I wished I looked like. Honestly if I ever met someone that looked like my drawings, I would probably drop to my knees in envy.

"Whose that?" the boy in front of me asked.

Without even looking up, or thinking for that matter, I responded, "The girl I wish I was."

"Well damn, that was deep," the boy said. As soon as he said it, I instantly regretted not using my brain. But, when I looked up and saw his face, I regretted it even more. The boy had hazel eyes, beautiful ones at that. They reminded me of Em's. He had full dark lips, and the most adorable button nose. His hair was a brown blonde mix and it looked like he had just got out of bed, but not in a bad way. He was cute to say the least, but that did not mean that under any circumstance he should know about my insecurities.

"Uh, I was just kidding."

"Then who is it," He responded with a smirk.

"No one, literally, I don't know who it is." At least I wasn't lying.

"Well, you have skills, take art. I have it next period." He responded as the bell was ringing.

"So do I," I said with a sigh. Great now I'm going to have another period with some dude who already thinks I'm a complete weirdo.

"Okay class," mrs.rite said walking into class, "for the beginning of the second week of school I came up with a little project where we could all get to know each other a little better. I will be pairing you up and for the assignment you will need to dig deep into your partners life, discover their five favorite, and least favorite things, their secrets and their fears. After you have figured these things out, you will write and essay. Yes, this is still english class. The essay will envolve the things you learned and your likes and dislikes about the person. You will have this period every day for the next week to complete the assignment. The one rule is that whatever you learn must stay between you, your partner, and me. If I find out otherwise, there will be serious consequences. Your partner will be the person behind you."

I sighed deeply as the boy from earlier turned around. Hes going to think I'm even more of a freakshow than he already does. Nice going Carmen.

"Welp, looks like you're my partner."

"No shit," I respond, the attitude dripping off my tongue.

"Well, thats one way to start the conversation Mrs.Attitude," he replies while writing something on his notepad.

"How are you already writing something?"

"Well considering that you already got an attitude, I wrote attitude equals feisty. I still didn't get your name though."

"Carmen. And you?"

"Zeek, I don't know how you didn't already know that but okay," He responds.

"How would I have mysteriously already known your name?" I asked confused.

"I'm literally the textbook definition of the school bad boy, everyone knows my name." He states bluntly. Well, at least I have something to write now.

"Considering I'm the textbook definition of I mind my business, I wouldn't know," I say with some more attitude just as the bell begins ring. We pack up our things and everyone begins to shuffle out of the room, him right behind me. "What are you doing?" I ask as he follows me.

"Were literally going to the same place? Why would I not walk with you?" He asks like I'm stupid.

"Maybe because you don't know me and haven't realized no one in this school likes me Mr.'bad boy'"

"That just doesn't seem true," He states bluntly as we enter the art room. In this class there were assigned seats because every desk had two spots and I almost yelled out loud when I realized I was next to him again.

"Would you look at that, fate had brought us together."

"More like hell has," I say not entertaining the offended look he is sporting right now.

"Hello class, today you have a free art period to sketch, draw, or paint whatever you would like. Next class you will begin a sketch on your table partner for credit though," the teacher says as I sighed. Zeek tried to talk to me once more but I put in my headphones and began to play Love, drugs, and sex by A Boogie With the Hoodie loudly enough so I couldnt hear him. I painted a dark sunset with a girl swinging on a tree swing. Her hair was blowing in the wind with the moon up in the air. She almost looked at peace. Almost. The deeper you looked you could see her pained expression with tears running down her face. That's not something a lot of people would pick up on though, only ones that really cared.