CHAPTER IV

No one's POV

-This has no relation with what I asked you to do, Mitchell-. The brunette rolls her eyes and turns to look at her teacher

-Well, no. But what is more puerile? This, or a bunch of boys masturbating over naked women magazines?-. She points at her work full of black and white pictures of poor people and coloured ones of people who doesn't seem to have a trouble in life. Laughs were heard all over the room but fade away as the girl in charge glares at all of them

- You can sit down, Mitchell-. She giggles inside and nods, walking straight to her desk

-Cool Torres-. Catherine whispers giving her a soft high five

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-I already told him yes-. The brunette tells to her short friend beside her

-And for when?-. it was funny how he best friend cared much more about her to get laid than herself

-I don't know, you idiot-. she slaps Cat's head playfully and finally they reach the street ground.

-Hey-. It was annoying for her when someone didn't respond her greetings. But from Shane it was whatever. Everything from Shane was whatever

-So? Will I see you later?-. She started to think that agreeing to go out with Shane wasn't a good idea after all. But being the rebel she is, she just go with things as they come to her. Life's short, after all. It's not like she was going to answer him. It's not like she was going to act like she heard him

-Goodbye-. Her voice is seductively. The same pitch of voice that comes out of her when she's just messing. Her hand goes down his body and squeezes the taller boy's butt. She pulls away and walks to her Luxury. She's not that dumb to fall for someone she knows won't fall for her . . .


With Mary

She pulls on her favourite shirt and ties her hair up with a rubber band. It's not like it's a special night, but the gold rule is, don't let them see you in your worst when they will never see you in your best. So every two weeks at night, she tries to look presentable; something new always happens

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Burning trash cans illuminate the street as her gang arrives, everyone with their respective skateboard, those will never miss.

She wasn't sure how she feels about these nights. They were good, relaxing. But in the other way, things she doesn't want to happen, happen. Like now; when her blonde friend is in front of her, throwing her head back as the brunette's hand work her out in the right way.

-Faster-. She follows the demand, it's not like she had another option. She doesn't care, she will never care. If her friend needs her help to get some relief, she does it. None of them cared, and it was cool. She pulls her hand out of the blonde girl and pulls away; ready to leave and skate some more, but as soon as she takes a step, she's pulled back by her friend.

-Let me return the favour-. Suddenly she finds herself between the girl's legs and her shirt lifting up quickly

-No. No, no. It's okay, I have to go anyways. Bye Bridgit-. Skating is not a good idea anymore. Something about that move really pissed her and there was no way she would stay any longer there

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Her finger traces her lips. They were gorgeous, probably the most desirable thing she's ever seen. She has trouble with the eyes though, not even the best artist in the world would ever capture the beauty of them. They were perfect, they can take anyone to another dimension

-Stop playing and help me with this-. When her parents are home, she wishes they were there. But when they were, she wishes they were not. It's complicated, but maybe she wouldn't be too annoyed if her dad wouldn't had interrupted her drawing session. It's surely the most important draw she's ever done and it requires so much of many things.

-Look dad, here are the documents of the art course-. He leaves the black bag he's carrying and takes the bunch of papers from her hand.

-I already told you I don't have enough money to pay this-. If only he had had the delicacy to give them back in her hands. If only! But he's not like that, he's not all awesome and careful and he will never be.

She takes the now scattered papers from the table, where they ended up after he threw them away, and runs back to her small table. She takes her sketch notebook and runs to her room, without carrying about the yells calling out her name. He will never change.


Mary's POV

I look at her one last time and push it under my pillow again. It's better to think on unreal things with her than thinking about dad. I don't know why he's like that.

It's not like his complains about how much my grandmother punished him when he was little, will make us change. Max is still too young, or that's what I always tell dad when his hand is flying in the air ready to touch him. But he really is not. He might be twelve and all but I practically raised him. I've tried my best to teach him the best I can, and it's awesome that he puts a part on that. I just wish that when he turns eighteen, he can go out of this house, like I couldn't.

Dad's never going to change, dad's dying with his hearth full grudged . . .


-Do you really think you're going to find her?-. Jade asks me as we descend the escalator

-It could be!-.

-Just call her and tell her you want to fuck with her already-. I laugh out. I actually love when she's the bitchy Jade, as everyone knows her. But sometimes it's good to be with the sweet and noble Jade that just I know.

-Yeah, like if I had her number. Just shut up, you idiot-. We reach the first floor and we walk to a pair of benches. We've been doing this since two days ago and I'm so glad Jade agreed to come with me every day since then. It's weird, I thought Vanessa was like my bestie, but now that I think about it, sure she knows me well, but I feel more like myself when I'm with Jade. Maybe it's because we're all bitches in the outside but really have a heart in the inside. In contrast of Vanessa, who has a heart but she doesn't care about anything.

After half an hour we become bored and started walking. We pass by Pull & Pear, H&M, Vans and Studio F, I love all of them. But there's one space in particular that caught my attention. It has … nothing. Nothing at all, it's an empty room. Maybe a new store is about to locate in here, which will it be?

-Whoa, this is amazing-. Sure it is, Jade. It was an empty room but it was a beautiful empty room. The lights are already placed and they illuminate the room in a really gorgeous way.

-In the future, here will be all my drawings. One black frame for each one, and you'll work for me-. I chuckle out as Jade quirks her eyebrow at me.

-How about, my paints will be here and you'll work for me-. I forgot to tell you, Jade's an artist too. Well, she's an artist, I'm still amateur. Put she's a painting artist, she paints beautiful landscapes and abstract figures, they're really awesome.

I stuck my tongue out at her and turn to see the entrance again, an entrance with a bad frame is a totally fail. And that's when I see her. As beautiful as the first time I saw her . . .


I am sorry about all this drama and for holding up Delena. But this is necessary, for you to make up your psychological profile of the main characters. BUUUT the next chapter sure will have LOVEZ TIME (: tell me what you think about this :)


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