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𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 5

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I didn't answer him. A small part of me was hoping that if I didn't make a single noise or I didn't move a muscle, he would just assume I'm not here and leave. I don't do good in social settings with other people, especially alone. Those situations scare the shit out of me.

I slowly hear the creaky stairs start to creak and two heavy footsteps following them. I can tell he is where some sort of converse just by the way the floorboards are creaking. I have a way too much time on my hands. I really do. As soon as I hear the bottom stair creek, I look away from the stairs, focusing my attention back onto my canvas. I take a big splotch of white paint and I start dabbing a small circle.

I can feel his eyes burning on the side of my head but I don't dare to meet his eyes. I really don't want or need him here. He's being annoying already and all he is doing is breathing. "Okay, so you're alive" he chuckles. It sounded more like a giggle, it caused a small smile on my face and I don't even know why. Maybe because he sounds like a two-year-old girl when he laughs like that. "and I see you're stubborn and won't let me do this on my own" I "joke" back, I wasn't joking. "nope." that's all he says. I don't hear him talk anymore but I do hear him shuffling around my room, probably avoiding the piles of clothes on the floor and all the garbage. I'm not embarrassed about my room, it's my room and he was the one who introduced it. So technically, this is his fault, not mine. 

"What you painting?" he asks, causing me to jump from my stool. I didn't know he was fucking behind me. I turn in my chair, it's all black with a little white, stained, pillow. It also spins, I found it at a garage sale a few years back. I now am facing him, he's wearing a black hoodie and a pair of grey sweats. His hair is an absolute mess but it suits him. Not even going to lie. "Why the hell are you just standing behind me, creep" I huff. He just laughs and he turns around, now sitting at least a couple of inches away, on my bed. He pulls out his phone and he opens Snapchat and starts answer the million notification he has. I never have understood how someone could talk and trust so many people. It sounds overwhelming, the whole 'friend' thing sounds like too much work. You are basically requiring time and trust into someone who in the end, will break it and be a stranger again. I have never understood why that was 'needed' but you do you boo.

I roll my eyes at him and I turn back to my world, zoning him and everything out completely. A few minutes later, I finished the moon and it's basically done. I somehow ended with a moon looking over a small lake, surrounded by clouds, almost hiding the moon in a way. On a personal note, it's like how people hid from the world but in reality, they're full of light that just needs to be shared. I'm actually really proud of it, it's one of my best ones yet, also one of the messiest.

I take my hands and I wipe them on a rag that I had lying around. It was white on but now is a variety of colors, mostly blacks, and white. "I like it" I finally snap out of trans and I look over to him, his phone is off to the side of him and he is just looking at me than the painting. "How long have you been looking at me?" I ask. He shrugs, "5 minutes?". I roll my eyes at him and I throw the rag that was still in my hands, at his face, hoping to chase the boy away.

"ass hat" I hear him chuckle. No, it's not funny, go away. I decide to ignore him. I stand up and walk past him, almost tripping on a bottle of water on the floor. It was hiding under my clothes, I didn't see it okay. I hear Jaden burst to laughing and I simply flip him off. As I said, he was annoying. I turn on the bathroom sink, grabbing the bar of soap and washing the excess paint off my fingers and arms. Of course, the lost puppy had to follow me in here. "Do you need anything?" I question, he shakes his head, causing me to roll my eyes once again. 

"You know if you keep doing that, your eyes are going to be stuck at the back of your head" he once again chuckles. Fine biology boy, be an ass. I turn the faucet off and I walk over to the doorway, where he was standing and I take my hands and I wipe them all over his hoodie, making sure it gets wet before walking back to my room, leaving him there. 

"I really don't like you" he states, now coming back out to my bedroom and sitting on my bed, again. 

"Good."

"what?" 

"I said good. Go ahead and not like me. Makes my life easier" I repeat, he just looks at me like I'm a psychopath. I don't need you too like my biology boy, I'm only allowing you in here so we can this stupid project done and he can get out of here, for good.

"Your strange Elmila" He states, looking down to his fingers and he starts picking at his fingernails. A nervous habit I see him do in class, not like I was pay attention or anything. I wasn't, I was just seeing what was so special about him, nothing, there isn't anything.

"What are you nervous about?" I question, for some reason, I don't find his presence nerve-racking. Yes, I hate him here but It's not like everyone else where I would want to run out of an area and avoid all human interaction. Maybe I could have a little fun with this.

"What are you talking about?" he now looks away from his fingers, meeting my eyes, a small smile growing on his face. 

"You're picking at your fingernails, you do that when you're nervous" I state like it meant nothing because it didn't, it didn't mean anything.

I watch as a big ass smirk grows on his face. I see the wheels turning in his head and I instantly knew I set myself up for trouble, or some more bullying, I haven't decided which yet. "So you look at me enough to see that? damn, so you must pay attention to me a lot hun?" 

"you're full of yourself. I hope you do know that. I was seeing what is so quote on quote special. For the record, nothing. I couldn't find anything, you were just playing with your fingernails, in a nervous way." 

"ouch. that hurt" he takes his hand and he puts it over where his heart should be. "ha-ha. can we get this done so you can get the fuck out and leave me alone?" I ask. He just laughs and nods, moving over on my bed. I let out a sigh and I sit next to him, grabbing the poster from my bookbag.

this is going to be a long night.