A life filled with death, nightmares and pain is what Valerie Johnson had to go through. She vowed to never let anyone into her life again because of the fear of losing them.
But will all that change after Zayde Millers, a new guy at school, tries...
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~**~*~~* "Wake up V, he's done" Kyla said into my ears. Why can't she leave me? I haven't had a dreamless sleep for a while now and when I have one, I hate when I'm disturbed.
Good thing I'm a light sleeper.
"Don't worry, I'm up" I groaned inwardly.
"Had a good sleep?" Kyla smiled softly at me.
"Yeah, haven't had one in a while" I whispered to her. "Too bad it was short lived" She gave me a sad smile.
I got up and went to my locker. Kyla followed me but left to go to her locker. Her locker was a few lockers after mine.
I kept my English books and left for art class.
I love art class because asides from music and reading, drawing is the only thing that keeps me out of this world for some time... and also because a particular person can't draw, or paint anything that isn't her nails.
I walked into art class and greeted Miss Jefferson. She's the only teacher who understands me... even if it's just a little.
I walked to my seat and saw Zayde sitting beside it. I shot Miss Jefferson a look and she mouthed me a sorry.
Usually, people don't sit beside me and I'm comfortable with that, but now he's sitting here and it's less comfortable but I can cope with that as long as he doesn't talk too much.
"Hey I'm Zayde" He said smiling.
And there goes talking...
I gave him a nod and a blank stare and put my earbuds on. I still got fifteen minutes before class starts.
I didn't mean to be rude but I'm that kind of person that once you talk to, you become friends with and like I said before, there's no room for one more person and besides, this isn't the first time this is happening. Before you know it, he'll be with someone else and leave me alone.
Although he really is hot.
Shut up subconscious.
I hate having conversations with my subconscious/myself.
I sound crazy now, right?
Well, what can I say? I am crazy.
~**~*~~*
Why is he still here?!?
Yes, I mean Zayde. He's still here trying to talk to me.
Everyone just ignores me and goes on with their lives.
He's also meant to- Ugh, I'm tired.
"What do you want?" I mumbled out in annoyance.
"So you do talk" he said with a smile.
"What do you want?" I asked again.
I still put my blank face on not letting anything leak through. Wait, why am I even saying this? I put it on almost everywhere and every time.
"I just wanted to have a good conversation with you"
Wait, that's why he's been disturbing me?
I'm just surprised because no one bothers.
"Sorry, I don't do conversations" I replied and brought out my drawing book.
I felt his gaze on me but I ignored it and continued drawing.
His eyes are so blue you could get lost in them and I'm not kidding at all.
I focused on what I was drawing and saw that it was turning into the shape of an eye.
What in the world?
I immediately turned to the next page and started drawing what Miss Jefferson asked us to draw.
