Chapter Four

It was five in the morning when I got up because of a phone call. I really hated when Jill thinks that she can call me anytime, and I'll pick up because I have nothing better to do. Groaning I reached over to my cell phone. "What?"

"Hi Adrian!" she greeted in a chirpy tone. Seems like someone is happy. "Sorry for waking you up again, but you know I just want to call you," she said nervously. There is underlying message in her tone, but I don't point that out to her.

I sighed. Of course Jill would want to call me, to check up on me. I swear even though she's in my head (I don't know when, but I hope it's not at some inopportune time) she's still scared that I'm going crazy. I mean she would probably know that I'm heading towards insanity before I do. "I'm fine Jill, just grumpy, and tired, and hungry," I assure her. Truth be told, I am hungry, I haven't drank any blood for a day couple of days, and the heat is killing me.

"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you know. I'll be kind of lonely without you here," she whispers the ending.

"Look Jill, don't worry, if I feel like I'm going to go crazy I'll tell you. Or you'll feel it through the bond, most likely the latter because I'll be in denial the whole time," I told her and a silence fell through the phone. I wanted to hang up and go back to sleep, but I don't because I can feel something is bothering her. I might not have the advantage of the bond, but I still have a man's intuition.

"Is something else bothering you?" I finally ask her after about three minutes of absolute silence.

"Well, I…I was kind of in your head the other day," she began. I wanted to point out that she wasn't just "kind of" in my head, she was literally in my head.

"What did you see?" I ask her.

"Um, well I heard you talking to your dad, and how he's coming to LA for work. I also heard you say you want to meet him," she says nervously. "I just wanted to know if he knows I'm here."

"Jill, trust me when I say this. I will die before I let him find you," I tell her in my most serious tone. She's like a little sister to me, in a way she is my cousin, just like Lissa, and I would protect her with everything I have.

After assuring her that the meeting doesn't matter, and I'm probably not going anyways because he'll end up canceling, I hung up the cell phone and tossed it besides me. Yes, my dad did call a week or so ago, but it was a courtesy call. There was nothing behind his voice that suggests he cares about my well-being. Closing my eyes I took another nap for ten minutes or so before I woke up and changed for college.

When I finally reached the bus station I sighed, maybe I should go meet the old man, I need a car, and the bus is just so tiring and annoying.

Sitting in my usual seat I pulled out my sketchbook and started on my homework assignment. I should have done it sooner, but my apartment was filled with people the entire weekend. Scratch that, it was filled with people I don't care for every day. I take that back, I care for two people who come to and from my house.

When the bus stopped at the next station I notice a few guys walking in. One of them was a guy, probably younger than me. He carried himself with pride, and I found an instant animosity towards him. In other words, he seems like an ass, and that means a lot coming from me.

The guy had tanned skin, black hair, sharp features, and a body built through a lot of hard work, and at the peak of his neck I see a tattoo, but can't make out the whole image. Turning my attention back to my assignment I started to sketch a picture of some everyday objects. Personally I find this assignment stupid, and redrawing other peoples' invention doesn't make me feel all that proud. I enjoy abstract art, not this stuff, but homework is homework. Though I could always use a little compulsion on the instructor to make her think I did it when I reality I didn't.

Of course in the end I wouldn't go through with it. I mean if word got around that the teacher is letting one of her students off the leash easily it might not go well, and the news might make it back to Sydney who would probably find the whole entire act repulsing.

Sighing I decided to sketch a series of items I usually find in my restroom. Obviously I didn't draw them exactly how they look. That would be no fun. Instead I sketched them in ways where people might not recognize them immediately. For instance on the toothbrush instead of having bristles I drew them with spikes, for my hair brush I drew snakes on them (get it like Medusa), and for the razor, well that one I drew it like a razor.

After twenty or so minutes the bus finally stopped in front of Carlton College, a place where I probably wouldn't find myself at two years ago, but then a lot has changed in two years. I fell in and out of love, and that changed my perspective on the world.

Sorry this is pretty much a fluff chapter because nothing much happened in chapter four that could be written in Adrian's POV. Additionally sorry for the late update, I was working the whole day yesterday so I didn't have access to a computer.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.