Mr Irwin | Ashton Irwin

Five

Calum left ten minutes before me, running almost silently down the corridors.

I ran my fingers through my hair before exiting the room. The school looked ten times more gloomy than it did in daylight.

I was walking past my art room when it heard someone say my name. "Lauren Deyes, what on earth are you doing, roaming the hallways at this time?" Mr Clifford appeared at the door.

I turned my body to face him and his eyes widened when he saw my lack of clothes. (Yes I am wearing clothes, but with what I'm wearing, It's basically like wearing a bra and panties). I said, "I went on a walk."

"At this time? And dressed like that?" He asked. I knew he wasn't complaining by the smirk on his face.

I giggled, "I like feeling the cold air." Only after I said it, I realised how stupid it sounded. I sighed, "Wow, that sounds lame."

He chuckled, "Nonsense. Oh and while you're here, come on in." I followed him in through the door, closing it behind me. He brought out my sketchbook to the page that I didn't want him to question. He said, "I asked you to draw the most beautiful thing that you could think of and well, this is quite different from the rest. I've seen y fair share of different art but I don't understand this one. Could you please explain it to me?"

"Well," I began, "I drew the angel wings as a symbolic representation of all suicidal people around the world; that's why there's all the flags drawn in the pair of wings. Under it, I have written one of my favourite quotes 'suicidal people are just angels that want to return home'. It means a lot to me. I lost one of my two brothers to suicide. That quote was the one thing that made me acceptant of his death."

Mr Clifford quickly put my sketchbook down on the table and sat down beside it. He smiled at the ground before looking at me. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, remaining silent.

"What?" I giggled, "Is there something on my face or something?"

"Not at all," he smiled, "Just, behind closed doors, you're different. You aren't as confident and loud as you make out to be. Now that there's no audience, you're quite different."

"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm always considered 'different'-"

"No, not a bad different. You're a nice different. I understand why Mr Irwin has such a thing for you-"

My eyes widened and I quickly interrupted him. I screached, "What?!"

"Don't act like I don't know," he chuckled, "He's one of my best friends. So you have a thing for him too?"

I shrugged and stood up, "It's inappropriate for a student to like a teacher." I walked over to the door, opened it and stood in the door frame, "Goodnight sir." I walked out.

I literally got to walk down one corridor before I was stopped again. Mr Hemmings, my extremely hot photography teacher. He appeared at his door in only a green day shirt and shorts. "Miss Deyes. I thought I heard voices. What are you doing?"

"Just went for a walk sir. Don't worry, I'm going back to my room now," I decided to walk past him and pretend he wasn't there.