I've only ever had one friend in my life her name was Kat. I don't remember much about her or our relationship, as it happened in preschool. I knew her for about a year before she moved to England.
That's why when Chase even spoke to me it was a shock. Most people in school just ignore me and get on with their lives as if I'm invisible. I don't mind it because most people are completely different to me. They're all fake bitches that prance around in short skirts and tiny tank tops. Their main goals are to get boyfriends and go shopping, which is nothing like me. I'd rather stay at home and read a good book in bed over then go out and shop.
Even though saying this, one girl named Molly sits with me at my table everyday. She isn't my friend more of an acquaintance, everyday she asked me questions and I respond with one-word answers. It's a cycle that we both know but don't talk about.
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It was lunch and I was sitting with Molly on a table eating a Nutella sandwich I packed myself because all the food from the canteen sucked. She asked me how my day had been so far and I replied with a solid good, even though my day had been anything but good I could not be bothered to go into to full conversation with her because I know if i went into more detail she would start asking about my family and trust me it isn't fun.
Blocking out Molly's attempt of conversation, my eyes drifted to where Chase sat. He was sitting with his group of friends, each one of them was completely gorgeous but Chase was definitely the most charming out of all standing out. They all sat with such confidence, to many they were intimidating but I found it intriguing and admirable because how they could not care about what people thought amazed me.
I looked at Chase taking in his features, his lips perfectly full and made you want to kiss them senseless. My eyes drifted to his, I was surprised to see him already staring at my. Our eyes locked, I found myself being lost into the swirls of green. I broke our gaze by looking back towards my sandwich, a bit too intently.
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The bell rang telling the students and staff that lunch was over, I went to my locker and go out the things I needed for my next classes.
The first class I had was art. This is the only class that I enjoyed, the only place I felt I could be myself. I've always loved art, I would always love to draw when I was a kid and then that turned into painting. I would always get lost into painting as I blended the colours, perfectly positioning the strokes across the canvas. The only problem was that my parents always found my interest in the subject pointless. They almost killed me when I told them that I choose that as one of my subjects, they said it was a waste of an opportunity. My parents never new my ability in art I never showed them my work and I knew they didn't care for my talent. I kept all my work hidden in an empty garage space near my home; which is practically my art studio.
As I made my way into class I sat down in the back row and got out all the art supplies I would need for the class. As I finished up setting up, more students entered the classroom including Chase. Chase was always known for being smart, good looking and surprisingly good at art, so it wasn't weird seeing him. He walked over to the seat next to mine.
"I guess were in the same art class too, Nirvana," He spoke as the words rolled effortlessly off his tongue. I was frozen in my seat not knowing what to do or say. The class quieted down as the teacher started to speak, Chase continues to look at me up and down as the teacher spokes, clearly not interested with what he was saying.
I have never had any boy experience so with Chase giving me all this attention in such a small amount of time was hard for me to process. I didn't know how to talk to him, how to respond with out stuttering or making a fool of myself.
"Alright class, today we are going to do some painting. You are all going to paint something that means a lot to you." The teacher instructs us.
I came up with the idea to paint my grandma because she is the only one that understood me. She was my rock. When she passed away I was broken, something inside of me died when she did. That's when I stopped trying to show my parents what I really wanted to do. I shut myself down and locked the real me inside. I ow had no one to talk, no one that really new me.
I started on my work and plugged in my earphones and got lost in the artwork.
About halfway through the lesson I looked over towards Chase, He was painting a young girl. His face was concentrated onto what he was doing, so didn't notice I was looking and wondering who it was and what she meant to him.
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I was now in my last class of the day the rest of my classes had gone smoothly. Finally the bell rang signalling that class was over, I packed up all my belongings and headed towards my locker.
After I had finished up with my locker I started on the journey home. Once I arrived home I went straight up to my room and got changed into comfy clothes. After I had got food I decided to go straight onto Netflix and chilled ;).
It was 9:30pm and my parents were still not home. They come home late really ever night from their work. I have to do everything for myself, I have to make myself dinner and eat alone. I envy those families who eat together at the dinner table, which are actually a family.
After I had finished my dinner I went through the eerily quiet house, to my room. I finished some homework and then later went to bed.
A/N
I want a Chase of my own :( But anyway i hope you like this chapter
Love Lily xx
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