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Chapter 3--Wicked Witch

I sighed as the lunch bell rang. Today has been…interesting so far. First, I practically get stalked by Tommy. Then, I go to pee and I get cracked in the head by a fricking door. And to top off all that, a hot guy was the one who brought me to the nurse while I was unconscious after being smacked in the face by he and his friend. How embarrassing. And now I can't stop thinking about him! Ugh, I am such a loser.

I quickly grabbed my lunch and hurried outside, sitting underneath a tree with my lunch and a sketch pad. Hopefully, Tommy won't be able to find me here. I started sketching as I ate my apple. I started with the eyes. They were deep, and dark, and probably the most detailed eyes I have ever drawn. As I started to shape the nose, a dark shadow crossed over me. I looked up and my mouth popped open.

"Hey Lettie," he said with a heartbreaking smile. I grinned. He didn't call me Violet. I wish Tommy would learn as quick as him.

"Hey…Collin, right?" I asked, making it sound like I wasn't sure if I remembered his name right. Pfft. Of course I remembered his name. I've only been repeating it in my head over and over again since I met him.

"Yeah," he said, smiling softly. "Want some company?" he asked.

"Sure," I said easily, gesturing to the spot next to me.

He plopped down beside me and leaned against the tree. "What are doing all by yourself?" he asked.

"Actually, I'm hiding," I admitted sheepishly.

"From what?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Tommy," I said.

He chuckled. "Yeah, he's kind of…"

"Creepy? Stalkerish?" I offered.

He laughed. "I wasn't going to say that but yeah, that's pretty much it," he said. I grinned and leaned back against the tree next to him. "What are you drawing?" he asked curiously, looking at the picture in my lap.

I bit my lip. It's not that obvious that it's him yet, right? "Just a random face," I said, handing the book to him.

He looked at it carefully, dissecting it down to the smallest detail. I watched him curiously. I don't think I've ever seen anyone that interested in my art before. It was…nice. "You're really good," he said as he gazed at the picture. "How do you do that?" he asked incredulously, handing the sketch pad back to me.

I shrugged. "I don't know. It just…happens," I admitted.

"Have you ever taken classes?" he asked.

"No, my Mom never wanted to waste the money," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But in reality, that fact pissed me off more than anything. I even saved up my own money when I was in middle school and Carol still wouldn't let me go.

"I don't think it would've been a waste," Collin said, looking so sincere that I wanted to hug him.

"Thanks," I said, grinning at him. I looked at his tray of food and my eyebrows raised. "Can you eat all that?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh yeah," he said certainly, grinning down at me.

"Is that natural?" I asked jokingly.

"Actually, I took eating lessons when I was younger. It's hard work being able to eat that much and not up-chuck afterwards," he said seriously. I grinned. "Speaking of natural," he said, grinning slyly at me. "What's up with the holes?" he asked curiously.

My eyebrows raised. What was he…oh! I know. "I have a lip ring and an eyebrow ring," I said, pointing to the bottom right part of my lip and my right eyebrow. "I normally wear one at a time but I haven't since we packed up all of our crap," I told him.

He nodded. "Did it hurt?" he asked curiously.

"Getting them pierced?" I asked, he nodded. "No, not really. It just felt like someone was pinching me," I told him. "The machine thing actually sounds a lot like a stapler," I said.

"A stapler?" he asked doubtfully. I nodded. "So…if I took a staple gun and aimed it at…my nose, it would be a lot like getting it pierced?" he asked.

I laughed and nodded. "But I think if you used a staple gun it would hurt a little more," I said.

"Nah, I heal pretty fast," he said with a wave of his hand.

"Sure you do," I said, rolling my eyes. "Don't all guys think they're indestructible?" I asked.

"Only the ones I know," he said in a sing-song voice, making me laugh.

"Why don't I remember you?" I asked both of us. "I can't believe we weren't friends before," I admitted.

"I know," he said, nodding in agreement. "It feels like we've known each other for a while," he said.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," I admitted. "Wait a second," I said, sitting up at my sudden epiphany. "You and Brady were the ones who cut Mrs. Frigg's hair in the third grade," I said as I choked down my laughter.

"Oh come on, we didn't cut off that much," he scoffed. "She totally overreacted," he added.

I raised my eyebrows and threw my hands up in the air. "She had waste length hair and you cut a huge lock of it to her ear!" I exclaimed.

"Well, she shouldn't have made us release Hermy back into the wild," he said begrudgingly.

"Hermy?" I asked.

"The frog that we caught at recess that day. She made us put him back outside when Brady wanted to take him home as a pet-we already had a shoe box and everything!" he exclaimed.

"You named him Hermy?" I deadpanned.

"You are completely missing the point here," he pointed out grinning.

"Sorry, sorry. Mrs. Frigg was an evil witch-off with her head! Is that better?" I asked grinning.

"Perfect," he smiled. For a moment, we just kind of looked at each other. Me, admiring his complete perfectness and whatnot, him…yeah, I don't know exactly what he was doing but it wasn't making me uncomfortable or anything.

The ringing bell startled us both and we jumped. "I guess I'll talk to you later?" I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"Definitely," he said, smiling brightly at me. "Here," he said, grabbing my sketchpad as he stood up, then offering his hand to me.

I smiled and grasped his hand, he gently lifted me off the ground while I contemplated whether or not to comment on his blazing hot hand. Whatever. It's probably me just being all hormonal and weird teenage-girly. "Thanks," I said as he handed me the sketchbook.

"No problem," he said before talking a couple slow steps backwards, his hands shoved in his pockets and a soft smile on his face as he backed away from me. When he turned around I began heading the opposite way, towards my other class.

I can't believe I didn't remember him before…

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