AN: I KNOW IT'S SHORT. MY CHAPTERS TEND TO BE BUT THIS IS BASED OFF (kinda) MY ROLEPLAY WITH ABBY_EPONINE :)
I didn't bother to unpack... It's not like I planned on being here long anyway. I sighed and threw my bag of clothes to the side and set up my easel and grabbed a blank canvas. Grabbing my paints out of my art bag I turned to the canvas determined to paint something amazing. Nothing came to me. I bit my lip in frustration and took a sip Of the beer I was drinking from. I knew the rules. No alcohol in campus. I didn't care. I looked around the room as the alcohol slowly leaked into my blood steam numbing the emptiness inside. I stared at the empty bed and a frown adorned my lips.
~text to azelma: hey.. I am so bored. Need inspiration~
~Text from Azelma: No clue... I'm hungry.. Do you have any chocolate covered pickles?~
I chuckled. Leave it to Azelma to have the weirdest cravings. I smiled as I thought about Azelma. She had been my best friend since 9th grade year when we met. Yes she was two year younger than me but I didn't care she was always there for me. We had done everything together. We smoked together. We drank together. We even had sex once. Don't get me wrong it was great sex, but I am gay.
I sighed and turned back to the canvas as my brush dipped into the red paint. Blood. I painted that night. The car. The blood. The love leaving my life. I painted the emotion. The sorrow. The heartbreak. The tears. I painted the death. Of a loved one. Of a best friend. Of my light.
I jumped when I heard the door open and a tall slender man walked in. His golden curls lined his perfectly shaped jaw line and his piercing blue eyes Icy and cold darted around observing the room. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked at me and eyed my grungy painted covered clothes and his lips twitched down into a frown. Red flushed my cheeks under the eyes of this man. No he couldn't be a man. This god. Apollo.
He walked to his bed and set the bag he was holding on the bed as extended his hand to me. Before speaking.
"Hello, I am Enjolras"
I looked at his hand and hesitantly took it. A spark of electricity shot through me and by his startled expression I could tell he felt it to. I quickly pulled my hand away and looked at him. "Call me R" I managed. He nodded and started unpacking. Red. Lots of red. And black. Lots of black as well. I brought the bottle that was still in my hand up to my lips and took a shaky sip. "No alcohol on campus" he stated with a disapproving tone layered underneath his words. I looked at the bottle and set it down. Damn. He glanced at the bottle before glancing back at me. "No drinking in our room please?" I nodded. I would do anything this man asked. He glanced at my painting. "Are you an art student?" He questioned. I nodded and bit the inside of my lip. He gazed at the dark painting with disapproval. "Art is a waste of time" he said bluntly. My eyebrows knit together in a frown. "Oh and I don't suppose speaking of equality and justice justifies you're arrogantness?" I retorted with a snare. I did my research. I wanted to know who I would be living with for the next 4 years. I knew Enjolras was a student revolutionary leader who believed in equal rights.
"How am I arrogant?" He demanded and mixture of confusion and anger gleamed in his eyes. I laughed. Sarcastic and rude. "You come in here putting a man you don't know anything about down for wanting to have a drink and saying his passion is useless!" I snared at him. He looked at me determined to prove he was anything but arrogant. He was playing my game. A game I knew how to play very well. He was unstable. He had no chance.