Honey- Brown Lies

Chapter 3

Dropping my brush, I am caught up in the painting.  The bell rings, and students start shuffling out while I just sit there looking at the canvas, at the agony and longing.I wish the time would turn back,so that I can savor those moments a little more, hold him a little longer.

A deep voice startles me out of my thoughts. "You have to wrap that in the newspaper, label and leave it on the table." Holding out the newspaper for me. Our hands brush, as I take the papers from him and our eyes meet for the first time. 

I take in a deep breath, my hands turning cold.The color drained from my face as I look at him for the first time.  Look at those eyes again, I can recognize them anywhere. This can't be true.

"Al" I let out a soft whisper.

Startled, I take my bag and rush out of the class making my way to the restroom. With my head against the wall, I try to calm myself down. My hands are shaking as I ball them up into fists. I take deep breaths, breathe in, breath out slowly. I open my eyes, looking at the mirror.

He is not my Al. He is not the same person. i close my eyes, splashing some cold water on my face, and blink my eyes open in a second as his face flashes in front of me.His eyes, they  look the same. Biting my lip, I try to hold back my tears. 

Memories of his lifeless body, the way his eyes lost their warmth. Al is dead, and he is watching over me. I need to hold on to him a little longer. I leave, finding way to my next class.

My next class is History and appreciation of Art, it is I must say packed. My eyes searching for an empty seat lock with the unfamiliar brown eyes that brew a storm in me. I look away. I have to get over it.

Finding a seat, I make my way and didn't realize it was besides the  'trouble' .
The one who chased me in the hallway, Mark. Sprawled over the bench, girls swooning over him and staring at him blatantly. Ugh, I should have hurried over to the class. Having no choice I make way to the only empty seat, blocked by him.

"So we meet again... Miss?" He drawls out with a lazy smile on his face as his hand comes up twirling my hair strand. 

Knocking his hand off, I match his stare "Listen here, I am not interested playing with you. Keep your hands of me."

He moves aside as the professor walks in.I feel so frustrated, My first day and look here I am having mental breakdowns of life.I take out my text trying to concentrate on the lecture. Art is something that I always wanted to do. It is something that makes me feel alive, which is why I wanted to major in it.

"You don't have to play so hard to get, I am not interested in you." Mark whispers a little too loud, leaning by my side and girls snicker from behind us.

"For the record, I am not interested in dumb fucks like you either, don't talk to me again you're getting on my nerves," I say not realizing my loud tone. Someones cranky today. I need to tone my shit down. 

Mark seems pretty offended as he doesn't try to talk to me, but the glare he gives sends chills down my neck, its not over, I should have kept my calm to void his unnecessary drama. 

---The lunch break---

 "How were your classes? Anything fun?" Liz asks munching on her sandwich.
My first thought goes towards the guy from my art class. "Nothing much" I say as she starts talking

"There is this guy called Lucas Blackthorn and his friends, they seem quite famous around here. One of them created quite a buzz in the corridor. The make the rules here it seems." she says rolling her eyes" Things are going to change now that I am here." She says with an evil grin on her face.

"Don't attract trouble, Liz. We don't want people to know who you are."
I say firmly glaring at her

"Oh, I am trouble" She says with a wink...laughing at my horrified expression.

"I'm kidding. I'll be on my best behavior." Liz says holding three fingers up.

"Look the guy in the black hoodie sitting two tables right from us... the one with raven black curls.' she points out sipping her drink.

I look up and it takes me by surprise as he looks right up at me the same time. It's Him. The guy from my art class. Lucas Blackthorn. Our eye lock and I hold the stare of the coldest honey-brown eyes. I smirk looking away, he is not my Al.How did I even think about it.

Making my way back to my dorm. I lie down, heaving a deep sigh. Today was stressful.Taking the photo frame off the drawer. I smile hugging it close to my chest, sleep claims me as exhaustion seep in.