Monday morning, and what just happened to be my first lesson on Mondays. Art. That meant I would see Deven sitting at that desk just like a slap in the face.I pulled open the door taking in a deep breath.
Sure enough there he was, his dark hair tumbling into his eyes as he bent over a sketch book. He was beautiful I just couldn't deny it no one could. I had seen the way girls would stop in the middle of whatever they were doing just so they could look at him. His was the kind of beauty that you would read about but never see, except there he was in all his glory, my art partner.
Tugging on my curls I walked up to the desk and took my seat. I glanced over and found my self entranced by the way the muscles in his arms flexed slightly as his pencil stroked across the page. I found my self so desperately wanting to know what he was drawing to the point were it made me itch.
'Class,Class. Year Eleven!' everyone attention was finally drawn to the front to wear Mr.Page was standing his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face he countiend.
'Today we will be working on portraits, so as a very important part of your coursework you will spend a significant amount of time with your partner.'
I froze, this had to be some kind of joke. My art teacher really wanted me to spend all my extra time with Deven. Alone. So...so I could draw him as part of my coursework?
'Oh glory, I get to draw you. Do you realise just how long it's going to take to draw all those bloody curls of yours.' Devens voice broke the silence switching my attention back on him.
'Your not exactly the essayist person to draw eathier you know'. I snapped back at him.
'Oh please, I bet your esatic that you get to draw my face all over your little book.' He grinned but there was no trace of humour in it.
I didn't answer just shot him the coldest look I could mould my features into.
'So tomorrow night then?'
'What!?' I asked generally confused to what he was talking about.
'We are meant to meet up, so we can take "reference pictures". Do you actually ever listen to what people say to you?"
'But, tommorw a school night, my mum won't let me go out" I said pointing out the a simple fact. Feeling a little revlied as I did so, the longer I could avoid this the better. I still couldn't trust my self around Deven.
"Dear god, live a little won't you. Tell your mum the truth, that it is for your art coursework. Then she will have no choice but to let you go."
He was right and he knew it, my mum would say yes the very second I said coursework and there was no way possible I was going to get out of that. I cursed under my breath hating no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I ignored what all the nerve endings in my body were telling me, I still always seemed to end up with him.
'Um, Deven what are you doing?' I looked up at him as I spoke, and watched with eyebrows raised as he picked up his bag tossed his book in and slung it over his shoulder. I almost felt like laughing I could never do something like that I would have missed my shoulder, my bad would have been thrown to the other side of the room and my stuff would be absolutely everywhere.
'I'm getting out of this dump. Lessons over' Sure enough straight after he had finished his sentence the deafening bell shrilled through the classroom making a couple of kids almost jump completely out of there seats.It was if Deven had summoned the bell by magic.
At this right I was going to fail Art, I never seemed to have any time to do any work.
'Listen, call me later and we will make plans to meet up and sort this stuff out' Deven lent over to me and slipped a small piece of ripped off paper into my front jean pocket making me freeze to the spot.
'Oh and Lilly' He hesitated in the doorway turning to face me.
'Yeah' my voice weak and wistful traveled across the classroom as if carried by a soft breeze.
'You should wear that top more often it suits you'
Sure enough there he was, his dark hair tumbling into his eyes as he bent over a sketch book. He was beautiful I just couldn't deny it no one could. I had seen the way girls would stop in the middle of whatever they were doing just so they could look at him. His was the kind of beauty that you would read about but never see, except there he was in all his glory, my art partner.
Tugging on my curls I walked up to the desk and took my seat. I glanced over and found my self entranced by the way the muscles in his arms flexed slightly as his pencil stroked across the page. I found my self so desperately wanting to know what he was drawing to the point were it made me itch.
'Class,Class. Year Eleven!' everyone attention was finally drawn to the front to wear Mr.Page was standing his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face he countiend.
'Today we will be working on portraits, so as a very important part of your coursework you will spend a significant amount of time with your partner.'
I froze, this had to be some kind of joke. My art teacher really wanted me to spend all my extra time with Deven. Alone. So...so I could draw him as part of my coursework?
'Oh glory, I get to draw you. Do you realise just how long it's going to take to draw all those bloody curls of yours.' Devens voice broke the silence switching my attention back on him.
'Your not exactly the essayist person to draw eathier you know'. I snapped back at him.
'Oh please, I bet your esatic that you get to draw my face all over your little book.' He grinned but there was no trace of humour in it.
I didn't answer just shot him the coldest look I could mould my features into.
'So tomorrow night then?'
'What!?' I asked generally confused to what he was talking about.
'We are meant to meet up, so we can take "reference pictures". Do you actually ever listen to what people say to you?"
'But, tommorw a school night, my mum won't let me go out" I said pointing out the a simple fact. Feeling a little revlied as I did so, the longer I could avoid this the better. I still couldn't trust my self around Deven.
"Dear god, live a little won't you. Tell your mum the truth, that it is for your art coursework. Then she will have no choice but to let you go."
He was right and he knew it, my mum would say yes the very second I said coursework and there was no way possible I was going to get out of that. I cursed under my breath hating no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I ignored what all the nerve endings in my body were telling me, I still always seemed to end up with him.
'Um, Deven what are you doing?' I looked up at him as I spoke, and watched with eyebrows raised as he picked up his bag tossed his book in and slung it over his shoulder. I almost felt like laughing I could never do something like that I would have missed my shoulder, my bad would have been thrown to the other side of the room and my stuff would be absolutely everywhere.
'I'm getting out of this dump. Lessons over' Sure enough straight after he had finished his sentence the deafening bell shrilled through the classroom making a couple of kids almost jump completely out of there seats.It was if Deven had summoned the bell by magic.
At this right I was going to fail Art, I never seemed to have any time to do any work.
'Listen, call me later and we will make plans to meet up and sort this stuff out' Deven lent over to me and slipped a small piece of ripped off paper into my front jean pocket making me freeze to the spot.
'Oh and Lilly' He hesitated in the doorway turning to face me.
'Yeah' my voice weak and wistful traveled across the classroom as if carried by a soft breeze.
'You should wear that top more often it suits you'
***
I was sat at the back of the cantine, a table to my self as always.Emily had made sure of that, she had told everyone to stay away from me and as the whole school was terrified of her, no one was going to disobey Emily's rule. It was okay though I was getting used to it.
'Freak.'
I had to catch my self from falling of my seat as Suzy, Emily's best friend steered her way through the aisles so she could walk past my table and knock me over on her way. I watched as she sauntered of guys stopping to look at her as she walked past them. Suzy was that kind of girl, the type of girl who knocked all the confidence out of any other girl in the room, made me feel like an ugly duckling who would never get to turn into the swan. With her long sleek brown hair, perfect bright blue eyes that fluttered flaunting her dark eyelashes and beach girl tan...well lets just say she was all the guys my age would ever talk about. I wonder if Deven liked her? He always wormed his way into my thoughts and I was starting to get tiered of fighting him back out. So as long as no one knew about it, I would be fine and I will let him stay. Mine. If only in my mind. That was the deal I had allowed my self to accept.
I had slipped out the piece of paper he had given me and sure enough his number was on it. I found my self falling in love with the looping zeros and whirling nines. His writing was so elegant and old fashioned, I had always wanted to be able to write like that I had always thought it was just so beautiful like a piece of art in it's own right.
I could almost hear Devens soft voice ringing in my ears now: You should wear that top more often, it suits you."
I was clutching at the Jersey top now as I examined it, my favorite top. I had found it in a charity shop about a year ago. It was a warm brown colour that made me look slightly less pale, with buttons slopped in the middle.
I was smiling I could feel my eyes start to crinkle as they always did when I was generally smiling because I was happy.
'Hiya gorgoues'
I jumped in my seat at the sound of a dinner tray clashing to the table top.
'Hi Tom' I sighed my smile dimming. I hated it when people interrupted my thoughts, it was my alone time and Tom was invading it as he took the seat opposite me.
'So, what are you doing on Saturday?' Tom asked raising a bottle of water to his lips.
This was getting tiresome, going out every weekend, I had a pile of homework to do, books to read and t.v shows to watch. Then again it was getting harder and harder to no to Tom with his cute dimples and big green eyes.
'Nothing' I finally answered.
'Good,because I am taking you to the cinemas. You know to say sorry and stuff'
As he spoke Deven walked in hands in fists and a razor sharp glare shot in mine and Tom's direction.
'Alright Tom I'll go, but...could you tell me whats going on with you and Deven?' I asked averting my gaze back to Tom.
'Well, I don't really like to talk about it...'
'Oh please Tom, you can tell me.' I lent across the table so I could clasp his hand. I knew full well what I was doing and I felt terrible doing so, but I had to know. I just had to.
Tom blinked several times before answering. 'It's horrible, but you see I have a younger sister and well me and Deven used to best friends but then he ...lets just sat he took advantage of my sister. Broke her heart. That's what I was talking about in the park you see, I didn't want him to do what he did to my sister to you.'
Tom's voice faded away into the hub bub of the rest of the crowd. Deven. Deven.DEVEN. My head was screaming at me. I felt slightly dizzy like I had just found out my boyfriend was a mass murderer, but I am not Deven's girlfriend I am not his anything. None of this should matter to me, none of it should have any affect on my life what so ever. Yet it did.
***
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Tom and I had walked to English and discussed our plans for Saturday and then went our separate ways.
So here I was the last one out as usual walking out the main doors and then it was straight through the car park and out of the main school gates.
Well that's what I was doing in till I saw a certain silver car, with leather seats still parked outside. 'Admiring my car or just daydreaming about your precious Tom' The words were spat out fulled with venom and disgust but I still knew who it was, how could I not.
'What do you want Deven' I turned to face him, However unlucky for me he was a lot taller than me which meant I was forced to crane my neck to look at him. Not exactly what I would call a fierce stance, not that the fact that I was forced to squint because of the glaring sun.
'What did he tell you'
I had never seen Deven like this, so angry. His eyes had become such a dark blue that they almost looked black as if they changed with his mood.
I took a couple of steps back in till my back collided with the wall. Yet Deven just carried on to walk forward like we were magnets forced to follow each other.
'T...that you took advantage of his sister' my voice broke. I was scared and still there was a part of me that wanted him to take another step towards me.
'Oh is that what the dog told you' H is voice fulled the room, dome how half between a whisper and a shout.
'Deven.Deven YOU'RE JUST A...
He closed the distance between us. I felt his lips come against mine so hard he stopped whatever name I'd been about to call him from coming out. His hands dropped to my shoulders, skimmed down my arms and came to rest at the small of my back. I pulled my arms up so they were wrapped around his neck.
Then out of now where his hands pushed against my shoulders pushing me away and breaking the kiss, making me stumble.
'I'm so sorry I should never have...' This time it was his voice that broke. And then he was gone. Faster than I thought humanly possible.
I was sat at the back of the cantine, a table to my self as always.Emily had made sure of that, she had told everyone to stay away from me and as the whole school was terrified of her, no one was going to disobey Emily's rule. It was okay though I was getting used to it.
'Freak.'
I had to catch my self from falling of my seat as Suzy, Emily's best friend steered her way through the aisles so she could walk past my table and knock me over on her way. I watched as she sauntered of guys stopping to look at her as she walked past them. Suzy was that kind of girl, the type of girl who knocked all the confidence out of any other girl in the room, made me feel like an ugly duckling who would never get to turn into the swan. With her long sleek brown hair, perfect bright blue eyes that fluttered flaunting her dark eyelashes and beach girl tan...well lets just say she was all the guys my age would ever talk about. I wonder if Deven liked her? He always wormed his way into my thoughts and I was starting to get tiered of fighting him back out. So as long as no one knew about it, I would be fine and I will let him stay. Mine. If only in my mind. That was the deal I had allowed my self to accept.
I had slipped out the piece of paper he had given me and sure enough his number was on it. I found my self falling in love with the looping zeros and whirling nines. His writing was so elegant and old fashioned, I had always wanted to be able to write like that I had always thought it was just so beautiful like a piece of art in it's own right.
I could almost hear Devens soft voice ringing in my ears now: You should wear that top more often, it suits you."
I was clutching at the Jersey top now as I examined it, my favorite top. I had found it in a charity shop about a year ago. It was a warm brown colour that made me look slightly less pale, with buttons slopped in the middle.
I was smiling I could feel my eyes start to crinkle as they always did when I was generally smiling because I was happy.
'Hiya gorgoues'
I jumped in my seat at the sound of a dinner tray clashing to the table top.
'Hi Tom' I sighed my smile dimming. I hated it when people interrupted my thoughts, it was my alone time and Tom was invading it as he took the seat opposite me.
'So, what are you doing on Saturday?' Tom asked raising a bottle of water to his lips.
This was getting tiresome, going out every weekend, I had a pile of homework to do, books to read and t.v shows to watch. Then again it was getting harder and harder to no to Tom with his cute dimples and big green eyes.
'Nothing' I finally answered.
'Good,because I am taking you to the cinemas. You know to say sorry and stuff'
As he spoke Deven walked in hands in fists and a razor sharp glare shot in mine and Tom's direction.
'Alright Tom I'll go, but...could you tell me whats going on with you and Deven?' I asked averting my gaze back to Tom.
'Well, I don't really like to talk about it...'
'Oh please Tom, you can tell me.' I lent across the table so I could clasp his hand. I knew full well what I was doing and I felt terrible doing so, but I had to know. I just had to.
Tom blinked several times before answering. 'It's horrible, but you see I have a younger sister and well me and Deven used to best friends but then he ...lets just sat he took advantage of my sister. Broke her heart. That's what I was talking about in the park you see, I didn't want him to do what he did to my sister to you.'
Tom's voice faded away into the hub bub of the rest of the crowd. Deven. Deven.DEVEN. My head was screaming at me. I felt slightly dizzy like I had just found out my boyfriend was a mass murderer, but I am not Deven's girlfriend I am not his anything. None of this should matter to me, none of it should have any affect on my life what so ever. Yet it did.
***
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Tom and I had walked to English and discussed our plans for Saturday and then went our separate ways.
So here I was the last one out as usual walking out the main doors and then it was straight through the car park and out of the main school gates.
Well that's what I was doing in till I saw a certain silver car, with leather seats still parked outside. 'Admiring my car or just daydreaming about your precious Tom' The words were spat out fulled with venom and disgust but I still knew who it was, how could I not.
'What do you want Deven' I turned to face him, However unlucky for me he was a lot taller than me which meant I was forced to crane my neck to look at him. Not exactly what I would call a fierce stance, not that the fact that I was forced to squint because of the glaring sun.
'What did he tell you'
I had never seen Deven like this, so angry. His eyes had become such a dark blue that they almost looked black as if they changed with his mood.
I took a couple of steps back in till my back collided with the wall. Yet Deven just carried on to walk forward like we were magnets forced to follow each other.
'T...that you took advantage of his sister' my voice broke. I was scared and still there was a part of me that wanted him to take another step towards me.
'Oh is that what the dog told you' H is voice fulled the room, dome how half between a whisper and a shout.
'Deven.Deven YOU'RE JUST A...
He closed the distance between us. I felt his lips come against mine so hard he stopped whatever name I'd been about to call him from coming out. His hands dropped to my shoulders, skimmed down my arms and came to rest at the small of my back. I pulled my arms up so they were wrapped around his neck.
Then out of now where his hands pushed against my shoulders pushing me away and breaking the kiss, making me stumble.
'I'm so sorry I should never have...' This time it was his voice that broke. And then he was gone. Faster than I thought humanly possible.
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