A/N: Forgive me, I keep changing tenses in this story and I'm not sure why. I keep going from had to has and such things. Please forgive me, I mean nothing by it. It is all supposed to be in Present Tense not Past. I tried to fix it as much as possible.

An Empty Insight

Chapter 2

I had lain in the floor for about twenty minutes before I decided to stand up and survey the damage. I look horrible. I have a bruise already starting to form beside my left eye, although that could be from my avalanche of books this morning, my lip is busted, and my right eyebrow bled profusely and now has dried up blood in it.

I sigh as I reach over and grab a paper towel and slowly wet it. I touch it to my eyebrow and hiss in pain. I clean off the dried up blood, with more pain than I expected, and wash my face. You could see my bruise rather clearly now. I was hoping I could've at least made it out of school before it had shown up this clearly. But yet again, revenge is rearing its ugly head at me. I walk out of the bathroom and to my locker that is luckily right across the hallway and bring it back into the bathroom. I reach into my backpack and pull out my makeup. I usually carry some foundation with me to cover up any bruises I might have from a beating like this. I quickly cover the bruise and it is much less obvious. I snap closed my foundation and quickly shove it back into my backpack. I am gathering my things to leave when someone comes into the bathroom. It is none other than the boy who helped me clean my avalanche this morning. He is carrying one of the big wooden blocks that are considered Hall passes in this school. He has paint on his hands.

"Hi," He says before I can leave unnoticed.

"Hi," I say, turning from him so he won't even have a chance to see my bruise, "Are you coming from Art?" I ask.

"Yea, How did you know?" He replies, genuinely confused. I simply point to his paint covered hands. "Oh, Yeah!" He says, obviously feeling stupid. "I never caught your name." He says, as I am preparing to walk out.

"Harry Potter," I reply, "What's yours?"

"Draco Malfoy." He says.

I wave and begin to walk out, "Bye, Draco."

"BYE, HARRY!" I hear him call over the running water of the sink.

I walk into my English Class unnoticed by my teacher and hardly noticed by my peers. I walk to the back row in the corner and sit down and prop my feet onto the empty chair in front of me. I pull out my notebook and begin to write:

I have won nothing and I know I never will.

I reach for my own dreams and find them far from reach.

I work hard to maintain hope and jump higher to try to reach them.

The message I receive is not the one I send.

I wish they would just ignore me, rather than abuse.

I graze the bruise that muddles my face.

The pain inside is worse.

I thought I could handle it; maybe I cannot.

I wish I could write my life over; control my own destiny

But the sad truth is . . . I'll never be . . . more than I am now . . .

I put my notebook away as my teacher assigns our homework. I take out my book and finish the homework in the 5 minutes left while everyone else socializes. I collect all of my books and things as the bell rings and I start to walk to lunch. I quickly walk into the cafeteria and grab a bottle of Cherry flavored water and a cheeseburger and go to pay for it. I pay the $3.50 for it and walk out to sit in the far corner of the commons area to eat. I sit down and open my water and take a sip. Before I have a chance to swallow it, someone sits down beside me.

"What do you want, Jake." I say, assuming he is only here to harass me some more.

"Jake? Have you forgotten my name already?" an unexpected voice says.

I turn to see Draco sitting beside me with a Grape Gatorade in his hand and he is currently taking a sip.

"No, I just thought, I just, you know…" I said, stuttering slightly to see such a handsome boy in front of me.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything, I was only joking," He laughed.

"I'm just not used to people talking to me." I say, a blush creeping up my neck.

"And why not? There's nothing wrong with you?" He asked, "At least not that I have noticed. And what about this Jake guy that you called me? He obviously talks to you."

"Yeah, he talks to me, but not the kind of talk that you would appreciate." I reply.

Draco thankfully lets me drop the subject as neither he or I seem comfortable talking about it.

"So why are you over here? Don't you have like whole montage of people waiting for you to eat with them somewhere?" I ask, taking another drink of my water.

"No, I was invited to eat with someone, but all they do is sit there and talk about basketball and inside jokes or something that I'm supposed to know about but don't." he says, rolling his eyes and taking another drink of his Gatorade.

"Oh," I say lamely, "What class do you have for Study Hall?" I ask, trying to cover my boringness.

"I'm not sure, give me a second and I'll check." He says setting down his Gatorade and reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his schedule, "Um…Journalism." He says, showing me his schedule.

"Sweet! That's what I have, too! You have Journalism at the same time as me, too!" I say, with a little too much enthusiasm.

"That's great!" Draco says with a huge grin.

"Are you new?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's only my second day, well, I only came for half of a day yesterday so they could show me around, but I'm still getting lost." He laughs.

"I'll make sure you don't get to lost getting to Journalism, it's my favorite class." I say with maybe a little bit to much enthusiasm.

I smile and unwrap my cheeseburger and take a bite.

Draco and I sit and finish our lunch with small talk about classes and such before he has to leave to go to his locker. The bell rings and I throw away what is left of my water and the plastic that my burger came in. I walk to my Journalism class and to no surprise of anyone; I am there five minutes early. I talk to my teacher who shows me an article that she read during her planning time. We talk about it until the bell rings. I turn around to see Draco sitting near the front of the class. I take the seat on the far side of the classroom, but in the very front. Draco moves to sit beside me.

I take out my Journalism notebook, which is riddled with scribbles, doodles, and ideas. I open it up and it is even more riddled there. I find a clean page and prepare to start a new article or exercise, which ever Ms. Denise chose for us to do. I take out a pencil and pen and label my paper in the proper way and show Draco how to do so also. I finish just as Ms. Denise finishes taking attendance and starts giving the assignment.

"I want you all to think of something that you really want. Take something that maybe you cannot live without...and write about it." She says, walking around the classroom, twirling a ruler in between her fingers.

"Be it a person, a thing, or even a feeling or idea." She said, tapping the ruler on the left hand while walking around the classroom, glancing down at Draco's paper and nodding in approval. "I want to learn more about you in this entry. I want to know why you cannot live without this something. I want to know something personal about each and every one of you." She said, nodding to me as if she were talking to me personally.

I start trying to think about the topic, and then I tried sorting through my life to find something that I could not live without, I thought about my family, my money, my school, and I couldn't find anything. Then I thought about Trista…maybe…but then it hit me…the one thing that I cannot live without. My writings, I could never live without them. So I begin to write. I write and write and write, the words flowing like a waterfall. I look at the clock. Wow! I have been writing for forty-five minutes! I glance at Draco to see that he too is lost in his writings. I smile to myself and look down at my paper. I have a god sitting next to me. I have never been this lucky before in my entire life. I go back to my writing until I am finished. I read back over my work:

As the ink soaks the paper, so do my tears.

All of my pain, my love, my soul, is poured onto the paper.

Like a pitchers of water being tipped over and their contents flowing away.

I scroll the pen along the paper in a beautiful script, loving the feel.

I watch as the words appear on the paper before they form in my mind.

This is when my true feelings come out; the ones I did not know I had.

I write until the words stop coming. When I feel I am through.

I read my words and feel a tear fall as I realize how I truly feel.

My feelings are not what I want them to be. So I throw them away.

I begin to write again and I try and try until the feelings that I want are one the page. I am satisfied and read it again. I feel a certain sadness growing. It is not the truth. I throw it away and find the courage to face my true feelings. I could never live without my writings for they show me who I truly am.

I am satisfied with the work I have done and I raise my paper in the air as Draco looks up to see what I am doing. Ms. Denise comes and takes it, nodding to me and smiling. She says she always loves my work. I smile and say thank you. Draco smiles to me before returning to his work. I sit silently watching Draco until he is finished. We talk quietly about what we wrote for the remainder of class. I found out that he wrote about his sister. She is his best friend and she is always there for him.

"That is so nice," I say, looking down at my feet, "It kinda makes me wish I had a sister or something."

"Well, sometimes it is not all it is cracked up to be, there are fights, and sibling rivalries, and things like that, but you know, it has its upside." He says, glancing at the clock. The bell is about to ring, but neither of us go anywhere, we have this class for another hour and twenty minutes.

"I wonder what we are going to have to do for the next hour or so." He says, glancing towards the teacher's desk as if the answer will be written there.

"We've already done it," I tell him, smiling, "We did not have to do that assignment just now, we could have waited. That is why half of these people did not turn one in. They either turned it in earlier or they will turn it in during their own class period."

"In other words," Draco said, with a smile starting to form on his beautiful lips, "We get to sit here and do nothing?" He asked.

"No nothing. We get to use the computers. That is if we get to the first." I say pointing to the computer rack in the back of the classroom when the laptops are kept.

Draco and I go ahead and get our computers as the bell rings and we carry them to our seats and I show him how to log into his school account so he can use it.

We both surfed the Internet until we found something interesting and then we would show each other. I found a cool website where you could upload your own pictures and turn them into really huge pictures that were made of like a billion tiny dots and you could print it out page by page. Draco found a page where you could look at all kinds of funny videos and pictures.

Finally when the class hour was over, I had printed a rather large (25 page) picture. I was going to hang it on my wall when I got home. It was a picture of my favorite person ever. It was Jade Puget, playing his guitar in AFI's latest music video, Miss Murder. Jade has to be the hottest guitarist alive! Draco does not quite agree with me. Draco thinks that Davey is better looking, simply because of his hair. I do not know if Draco is gay or not, because there have been many a person to agree with me on Jade's sexiness and turn out not to be gay. I'm not even sure if I am gay. All I know is…I think some guys are hot…so I guess that makes me gay.

I stop thinking about all of this before I get to into it and I straighten my 25 pages of Jade and tuck them into my folder and remind myself to get them out when I go to my locker.

Draco and I stand at the door waiting for the bell to ring for us to go to yet another break, which is not very long. We laugh as Ms. Denise comes up to me and scolds me for wasting the school's ink for my own personal use, even though she has a smile on her face the whole time. Ms. Denise always says something when I do things like that, just so she can tell anyone else that she did say something…if they ask…she really does not care, being that I am her favorite student and all.

A/N: I know, I know, crappy, crappy ending, but I did not want this chapter to go on forever and I felt that I should stop here since I you know…stopped…anyways…review review review please!