Follow Me
Trois
Will listened as his History professor rambled on for several more minutes, making his closing comments on today's lecture. Today was his second day of classes, the first for this specific class. He had scheduled the class thinking it was be a breeze, but after today's lecture he realized that the History of Christianity would definitely be an easy course.
He thought about going to his advisor's office and dropping the class as he made his way out of room with the rest of the students. He decided against it, knowing that he loved a challenge and it could turn out to be an interesting class.
He quickly made his way back to his dorm, taking this free time to work on one of his art projects he was assigned yesterday. Will knew that it was going to be his hardest class this quarter. The professor made it clear in the first ten minutes in class that she didn't give a damn about how talented anyone was, because she could tell who and who didn't put quality work and time into their projects and their grades depended on more than just talent. She wanted them to know that this wasn't a blow off class. Will wasn't too worried, he took all of his art projects seriously and worked hard but he really wanted to make a good impression on the professor and other members of the art department at the college.
Will opened the door to his dorm and noticed Jack asleep on the couch, most likely hung over. He had been there when Will woke up this morning. Apparently Jack had been too drunk to make it up to his bed last night, so he compromised for the couch instead. Will had noticed in the last few days that this was the biggest difference between him and Jack. Will had never been that much of a heavy drinker, occasionally drinking at a party in high school, or when Elizabeth decided to rebel against her parents and needed an accomplice. But other than that, he didn't drink much.
Will had quickly learned that Jack was an interesting character who was definitely only going to make this college experience more memorable. He couldn't really peg his true feelings for Jack. He had several qualities that Will despised. His heavy drinking was one thing, but the way Jack blew off classes kind of annoyed Will. And the way he treated women was another thing entirely. In the week they had been dorming together, Jack had already had three girls in their room. Will was thankful they discussed the rubber band situation on move in day; otherwise he probably would have walked in on something he really didn't want to see. The other side of Jack Will really liked. He was extremely funny and Will realized that Jack would probably be a really great person to talk or turn to if he ever needed it. Jack was extremely smart, even if he didn't apply himself, and Will could see that there was definitely a lot more than Jack would let on to the average person.
As quietly as he could, Will grabbed his art box, and sat himself in his computer chair, pulling out his sketch pad and pencil set.
He sat there for a while staring at the paper and trying to figure out what he would do. Each student was supposed to pick a tragic or life altering situation and express the emotion and weight of the situation in their piece. Will was glad to hear they could use whatever media they wanted, giving him a little boost of confidence, but was really unsure about the subject itself. He didn't really know what he wanted to draw or how he would draw it. There were so many "tragic or life altering" events in this world he couldn't even begin to pick one. He thought for a moment expressing what it felt like to be abandoned by a loved one or parent, but then immediately shoved that idea out of his mind. He always tried to avoid using his life in his art, although he knew very well the reality of the situation would only improve his work. He didn't want to bring up unwanted memories. He did notice, however, that he loved using Elizabeth as an inspiration, and most of his best pieces came from her. But all other aspects of his life he left out.
Almost a half hour later, Will finally began to draw on the page. He looked up as he heard Jack moving on the couch.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked still half asleep.
"Working on an art project. Did I wake you?"
Jack sat up and groaned. "Man, you need to find yourself a girl."
Will rolled his eyes at this. He gathered up his stuff and stood up. "I'm going to go work in the courtyard. You can go back to sleep."
Jack mumbled something Will couldn't make out and laid back down on the couch.
Will made his way out of the dorm and headed towards the courtyard that was in the middle of campus. He had found it was a peaceful place to work on homework and hoped that he could get some inspiration for his project.
He sat himself up against a tree and pulled out his sketchpad, continuing what he had started drawing in his dorm.
"Starving artist. How hot is that?"
Will looked up to see a girl standing directly in front of him. She was short, with shoulder length straight brown hair, and dark brown eyes.
"I, uh, well, thanks?" Will stammered out.
The girl in front of him laughed before holding out her hand to shake. "I'm just kidding. My name's Rachel. I'm an art major here. I'm assuming you are too?"
Will shook her hand and nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm afreshman."
"Me too! Please tell me you have Stacey Whitman."
"Yeah. Design 2D."
"Isn't she just horrible?" Rachel said groaning causing Will to laugh.
"Yeah. It's definitely going to be a rough quarter."
Rachel sat down across from him as they continued to talk about school, professors and life
in general.
Elizabeth walked out of her class feeling pretty confident about it. Math 150 would definitely be a piece of cake. She stopped outside of the building and pulled out her phone to see if she had any calls or texts. After seeing she had none, she placed h back in her bag and began to walk back to her dorm. She stopped when she saw a familiar figure sitting against a tree in the courtyard, her eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar figure next to him. She watched for several minutes as Will continued to talk and laugh with the girl sitting across from him, unsure why she was getting angry at the scene.
Several moments later, Elizabeth figured it would do no harm to go over and say hi to her best friend. She listened as she approached them, but was unable to catch whai they were talking about, only being able to make out the sounds of laughter.
She was met by two pairs of eyes, one set happy and the other slightly annoyed to see her.
"Hey Will." She smiled
"Elizabeth. You just get out of class?"
"Yeah. I was on my way to my dorm when I saw you." She smiled at Will, but the smiled faded when she looked over at Rachel.
"Is this your girlfriend?" Rachel asked, looking over to Will. Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Will.
"No, Elizabeth is my best friend from high school. Been that way since we were ten. Elizabeth, this is Rachel. Rachel, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth gave her best fake smile at the girl. "It's nice to meet you."
"And you as well. Will and I were just talking about one of our professors, but I'd better be going. See you later Will."
She waved at the two of them before walking away.
"She seems nice." Elizabeth said, trying to be polite.
"Yeah she is. She's an art major here too. It's kinda nice to know someone else in the department and such."
Elizabeth smiled at him.
"So how was your class?" He asked as he stood up and collected his things.
"Oh, it was good. It's going to be an easy class. How was yours?"
"It was okay. Definitely not going to be an easy class, but whatever. Want me to walk you to your dorm?"
"Yeah, that'd be great."
Will smiled and the two headed off towards her dorm. "Rachel was just telling me about this art class she has, I forget what it's called, but I want to take it..."
Elizabeth's hands clenched and she could feel her insides boiling as Will continued to talk about Rachel and the conversation they shared. He continued on this way for the next ten or so minutes it took to get to her dorm, leaving a very very angry Elizabeth.
He said goodbye when they reached her door, and made his way back to his own dorm, completely oblivious to her anger.
Elizabeth slammed the door to her dorm and slumped herself on the couch in her room, a pout evident on her face.
"What's wrong with you?" Anamaria asked, turning around in her computer chair at the sound of the slamming door and Elizabeth's dramatic sighing.
"I don't know!" Elizabeth said in a frustrated tone.
Anamaria's eyes widened before turning back around in her chair. "Okkkayyy."
Elizabeth lay there for the next hour or two trying to think why she was so mad at what had just happened. And the sad thing was, she really didn't know why it upset her so much.
alright, so it took me a lot longer than i planned to get this chapter up, but my brother's getting married in like two weeks, and it's been nothing but busy for me here. so anyways, i work tomorrow which means quality writing time. so expect a chapter in the next few days. :) please review!
