Lavender Thorns

Chapter 9- Virgil

A/N: Roman will be next, I swear, I just wanted to write about me boi. Also, there is minor cursing and panic in this chapter .

I looked at the unfinished painting beside my bed, on an easel. It was just a painting of the starry night, not very original, nor was it special, just a time waster.

It was almost done, but not quite, and I'd finish it later on. 

It was about four in the morning, I hadn't been able to sleep that night, so I opted to paint for awhile, adding layer after layer of color, before my hands got sore and I scrolled through Tumblr.

I got bored eventually, and looked at the alarm clock beside my bed, which read (as previously stated) four. I was supposed to be up in about two and a half hours.

No point sleeping now.

I hummed to My Chemical Romance as I got dressed, deciding to take a walk despite the, still pouring, rain. 

Most people would have hated being soaked, but I didn't.

I had my hood up, and I was glad that it was at least a little waterproof. My coffee was in my hand, and my messenger bag was slung over my shoulder.

I continued to hum to my music and my phone went off. I almost dropped my coffee as I reached for it but managed to take it out of my pocket and saw who it was.

Remy.

I was so eager to accept the call that I dropped my phone, without a waterproof case.. Into a giant puddle.

Just my fucking luck. I growled to myself as I scrambled to pick it up, and felt my heart drop when I saw it now had a shattered screen, and wouldn't turn on.

It'd be cheaper to just get a brand new phone, but I didn't have that kind of money..

I was a college student.

I felt tears come to my eyes as my hands started to shake. This meant I'd lose touch with Remy, Cassidy, and maybe even the Bancrofts, at least for awhile.

I fell backwards, and was relieved to find a bench. My coffee was dropped somewhere along the way, but it had a secure lid, I wasn't worried, nor would I care.

I was more worried at my now labored breathing, and how my hands clutched my sides tightly. I was in a ball, and the rain continued to pour around me, possibly even harder.

But I continued to sit alone, shaking, and breathing heavily whilst I was soaked for at least half an hour. It usually would have been longer, but the rain soothed me a bit, despite my now soggy socks.

Eventually I was able to stand and retrieve my coffee, which hadn't spilled, like I had thought, and was lying just a few inches from the bench.

I looked down at myself and decided I shouldn't go to classes dripping wet from rain, so I went back and got changed, putting my clothes in the dryer.

Maybe I should just use my car this time. The radio played some pop song that I was too lazy to change, but still tapped my foot too. 

It was music.

I eventually got to the building that held my required science class (I was taking astronomy, as I hated physics), walking inside the lecture hall and sat down, again in the back.

My mind instantly flicked to how I would get a new phone, and I felt the sense of dread I felt earlier because I didn't have the money to buy another. I could take my phone in, and get it fixed, it would be more expensive, but my music and contacts would remain.

I sighed, and tried to pay attention to the teacher, who was also pretty chill, not as much as Thomas though.

I smiled slightly at the fact I had theatre tomorrow, the only difference was that I also had Latin.

Fun fact about me that not many people knew, I was fluent in French. The Bancrofts spoke it frequently around eachother, so their kids would be able to say they were bilingual, and I started catching on after a bit.

I took French in highschool and ended up being fluent by senior year.

I say basic french phrases, and sometimes talk to Remy and the Bancrofts in it. 

I just don't like telling others because they have a stroke and ask me a bunch of questions. I hate questions.

...

I hummed as I unlocked the dorm-room door. My bag was slung lazily around my shoulders and my hands clutched my empty mug.

I stepped inside, peaking around and finding nobody there. I was home pretty late, and they were probably at dinner already, which I decided to skip. 

I wasn't going to waste money on food if I wasn't hungry.

My door slid open as I stepped inside the dimly lit room, already covered in posters and paintings. My newest project sat on the easel beside my bed, and I cursed myself for buying the easel when I could have saved the money for a new phone.

Oh well.

Nothing that could be done about that..

Sorry this chapter was so short. :,)

Word Count: 875