THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

17: The Conversation

CARL.

The furry tip of the paint brush slid across the white smooth surface in response to the motions of my hand. Latino pop music blared through my earphones as I did the painting. I loved listening to music when painting because it was my source of inspiration and it calmed my mind.

My slim fingers guided the paint brush along the canvas, giving birth to an image. I had decided to paint a random portrait and was quite curious to see how it would turn out.

A pat brushed my right shoulder. An annoyed sigh escaped my lips at the intrusion. Placing the brush on the table, I took off my earphones.

"Don't kill me just yet." A voice which I recognized as Lorenzo's declared. He plopped on a stool next to mine.

A small smile made its way to my lips. Suddenly the annoyance I was feeling before, melted like ice in the sun.

"Nice painting you have going on there." A compliment skated past his lips.

"Thank you." My lips stretched into a smile.

Silence blanketed the place like a puff of clouds on a rainy day. His gaze held mine captive, undressing my soul. "Lito, are you okay?" He finally butchered the reticence that had thickened between us.

"Yes I am fine. Why are you asking?" A raspy reply gusted from my lips.

"I noticed that you've skipped multiple classes today. Pretty sure everyone else noticed too." He stated.

Yes, I skipped most of my classes today. And for that my mom is going to decapitate me. In my defense, I needed space to clear my head. After everything that happened between me and he-who-is-not-to-be-mentioned.

"Was working out some stuff." I replied, reaching for the paint brush on the table.

"Does this stuff have to do with a certain tall, muscular, sexy douche bag?" His question caused my heart to skip a beat.

"I have no idea who you are talking about." I divulged, focusing on my painting activities.

"Pretty sure you know exactly who I am referring to." He added. "I saw you guys come out of the janitor's closet this morning. Judging by your flushed face, I could tell that something happened in there. So, am I wrong?"

Shit. He knows about he-who-is-not-to-be-mentioned and me. If he knows then how many other people do? More importantly what does he think of me?

"What you saw was nothing." I managed an answer. The pace of my heartbeats picked up, the intensity threatening to rip my ribcage apart.

"I know that I have no business prying into your personal life. But I thought that maybe because we are friends...we can talk about stuff."

He is right. We are friends. But am I really ready to let him in? To spill my deepest secrets to him? What if he uses them against me someday? Lorenzo has been so nice to me. But I don't know if telling him everything is the best idea.

"Lorenzo, thank you so much for checking up on me. As you have seen, I am perfectly fine." I declared, going back to my painting.

A sigh exited his lips, "Just want you to know that you are not alone." He glanced at the painting I was working on.

"Thank you." I said.

"By the way that's a really accurate portrait of Gavin you've painted." His comment compelled my eyes to bulge with shock, threatening to pop out of my sockets. On the sketch board sat a painting of him. In his sexy glory. Smirking even. I fucking painted him with a smirk!

This was not the plan. The idea was to paint a random thing. Just anything but no, it had to be him. Every time that I think I have finally succeeded in forgetting him, the opposite happens. I personally ended things with him. Stayed away from him most of the day. And now look, here I am staring at a portrait of him that I just fucking painted.