Craft

Chapter Three

Jesse was asleep with a pencil in his hand, slouching over onto the kitchen table with his head resting on his school textbook. He was going to study but that didn't go as planned. He snored so loud that he woke himself up.

"Huh what?" He jolted and looked around the kitchen. 

It was dark. The only light that he had was the dimly lit lamp hanging above him. "Not again..." He sighed. 

This happened far too often. He would attempt to study and get distracted with something then fall asleep until some random hour in the middle of the night. 

He looked at a sketch of a badly drawn dinosaur next to him. The sketch he spontaneously started when taking what he called a small break from studying.

He closed his textbook and began packing up his stuff then quietly walked to his bedroom. He was too tired to care about studying now. 

He didn't want his parents to know that he was up. Although, he wasn't sure what time it was. He knew that it was probably really late.

There were too many nights where his mother caught him awake, playing video games or talking on the phone to his friends. He couldn't risk another punishment of getting his phone taken away.

He thought he was too old to have a set bed time. His parents didn't agree.

He glanced over at the stolen book on the table next to his bed. Suddenly remembering what he did earlier. 

When he got home after school, he began to feel guilty about stealing it. So he had been contemplating on whether he should read it or not. 

We don't want to get involved with them. The words of Miles played in his head. 

He planned on somehow getting the book back to Nick, without him realising he ever took it.  

He knew that there would be major trouble if Nick ever found out that he was the one who stole the book.  

All the crazy theories he often came up with began to creep up on him. 

Maybe i really shouldn't get involved with those guys. What have i done? 

He climbed into bed and tried to fall asleep but it was difficult. 

After awhile of lying down and staring up at the ceiling, he began to contemplate opening the book again. 

He was slowly convincing himself that what he did was okay. 

What's the worst that could happen? He thought. 

He turned to the book again. Yeah Jesse, don't be so afraid. It's only a book. 

After a long time of convincing himself, he began to search for his light in the drawer next to him. 

He didn't want to keep the lights on in his room because it would be obvious to his parents that he was awake.

He got the courage to grab the book and opened it once he found his light.  

There was a black and white sketch of Nick on the first page. One front facing and the other of his side profile. 

His full name was written on it. Along with some random personal information.

It was all very specific information. His earliest childhood memories, hobbies, and some other random things. 

"Ugh, boring." He decided to keep looking... 

The next page said "Lesson Notes." on various topics. The Power Of The Mind, Portals, Hazes, Blood Basics etc. 

It was all so strange. He was very intrigued by the word "Blood."