It was another day at Ridgeway Junior High. He hasn't noticed me; he hasn't spoken to me. Has he forgotten what happened between us? I miss his touch.

"When is Mr. Melvin coming back to school?" asked Carly.

"I don't know, but I hope soon," replied Freddy.

"Yeah, it's weird having my brother substitute our art class," said Carly. Mr. Melvin had been out of school for weeks now. No one knew what his surgery consisted of, but apparently it was serious. "Did you finish your art project?" she asked.

"No, I might stay after school in the library to finish it... you know how my mom feels about modern art."

"Oh, well I have to go. I have to study; see you tomorrow!" Carly shouted at me, waving as she walked away. The last bell of the day rang. I walked to the library and waiting outside until they let students go inside to study. I sat down and begin working on my drawing.

"Hello, Fredward," said a familiar voice as I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It was Spencer.

"Hi, Mr. Shay," I said politely.

"You know you can call me Spencer, Freddy. I haven't really payed attention to your art in class. Can you explain to me what it is?" Spencer asked curiously. I looked down at my artwork.

"It's nothing special, just a character from League of Legends. He's my favorite character; his name is Ezreal," I replied to Spencer.

"Who's that girl in the goggles?"

"It's my friend Cassie. She recently passed away." I said looking away from the drawing.

"Oh, Freddy. I didn't mean to bring anything u-"

"No, it's fine," I said wiping away tears. I grabbed my artwork and walked away.

"Come back!" Spencer shouted chasing me down. He grabbed onto me and held me. Our bodies pressed together tightly. "I didn't mean to bring it up," Spencer said sincerely. I wrapped my arms around him and held him back tightly. "Come with me to my classroom. I want to show you something," Spencer said grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the room. As we walked in he closed the door behind us; he walked into the closet and grabbed a piece of art. "Here, tell me what you see." I looked at the artwork. All I saw was dots.

"I see nothing," I said bluntly.

"Look closer," he whispered. I looked behind the dots and still saw nothing. I put it down and felt discouraged that I saw nothing. "I see a tree with two people under it," Spencer told me. As he said that I suddenly could see it. I smiled slightly. He showed me more and more of the pictures of the same concept. We shared laughs and smiles. He then showed me pottery. "Do you want me to teach you how to make a clay pot?" Spencer asked me.

"Sure!" I said optimistically. Spencer grabbed clay and put it on a wheel. I sat down in front of it and he sat behind me. He grabbed my hands and started spinning the wheel. I felt the moist clay slide on the palms of my hands. Spencer wrapped his arms around my body and rubbed them down my belly. I let out a small moan and he giggled. "Put my hands where you want them," Spencer said to me. I grabbed his hands and put them in mine.

"Your hand fits perfectly into mine," I said to Spencer blushing. He kissed my cheek and slowly kissed down to my neck. He licked it and sucked on it. I pushed him away, "don't give me a hickey now," I told him. He forcefully moved my hands and began kissing and sucking on my neck again. He nibbled on it; I began to quiver. He roughly grabbed my chest. I turned around to face him; however, he turned away.

"Don't look at me," Spencer said making me face the other way. I turned back around. "Don't look at me!" Spencer shouted. I turned around and bit my tongue. He coughed and then began kissing my neck again. This time he was more rough. I felt like I was a toy in the hand's of an unruly toddler, and I loved every second of it.