I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from.
I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with.
But there are all the wit...
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❝ With the same damn hunger
to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all ❞
❦
Those surprise tests we randomly get at school bore the shit out of me because they give us the easiest questions that I always finish early and then forbid us to leave the classroom, because the lesson will continue after we're done writing.
It's always the same shit. I usually do the questions in approximately 7 minutes and I have 23 minutes left to do ... nothing.
In times like this, I either plop my elbow on the table, support my head with my hand and just stare through the window. Other times, like today, I draw. I like to draw when I have time and when imagination strikes me.
I draw a lion today, the one I saw on Fai's back, but drawing it by memory is quite hard because I don't remember all the details, so I only draw what I remember I saw, even if just for a few seconds. I have to draw it on the test paper because I'm not allowed to use anything else right now, but I'll get it back, anyway, so it's all good. I have to make it small, though.
When I look at it, I smile. It's not quite right because I know some of the details are missing, but I swear I'll have him show me his tattoos one day because his body is a work of art and I could get a lot of inspiration from it.
When the teacher comes to collect the tests, he stops by my table, looking at the drawing. She shakes her head to herself, not commenting anything, but I know she's impressed. They don't know how I do, probably because there's no one else like me. And I'm not sucking my own tits, but I'm just seeing it how it is.
The rest of the class, I sort of just stare out of the window, twirling the pen in my hand and wait until the bell rings so I can get the hell out of here for today.
When I'm out in the hallway, I'm approached by Mandy, my classmate and also the bitch of this school. She's not even a bad bitch, she's just a bitch thinking she's bad because her daddy's rich and she can wear designer clothes, thinking that'll make up for her shitty personality.
