I arrived early to school, the next morning, still pretty angry about last night. Chris eventually came home, and mom and dad had a massive go at him and kept on pestering him (and me) to tell them what exactly had happened, and why he had punched me. There was no bruise, since I had healed myself, mostly to avoid all those stares I would get at school. I circled the parking lot. There was only one other car there. I knew who it belonged to all too well. I smirked. This was the perfect chance. I quickly parked my car, and slipped out the driver's seat, locking the door behind me. I could see a mass of blond hair through the back window. I cut across the parking lot, towards the only other car. The window to the driver's side was rolled right down, and sitting in it was Tessa, with her eyes closed, and earphones plugged in to her iPod. I went over to the driver's side, and, leaned forward, supporting my weight on the car door.
"Hey, fancy meeting you here!" I greeted loudly, which, to my amusement, startled Tessa. She ripped out her earphones, angrily.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed.
"I came early."
"Why?"
"Hey, you know what they say. The early bird catches the worm! Besides, you're here too!"
"I couldn't sleep." She replied.
"Up all night thinking about me?"
"Yep. There's only about a million ways I can kill you, but it's so hard to choose just one!"
I laughed softly, thinking about the impossibility of this due to magic, as she just rolled her eyes. She was about to grab her headphones to put them back in, when I grabbed them just before her. The song was still playing. I put it in my ear, and listened to the song. I immediately recognised it as 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic at the Disco.
"Wyatt! Give it back." She yelled, clearly annoyed with me. She pulled it back, and I let it slip between my fingers.
"Panic at the disco." I said.
She looked at me, surprised that I even knew who they were.
"You know them?" She asked, with curiosity. In that single second, I honesty felt awful and guilty about her involvement in my plan. But I had to remember that I was just doing this to hurt Chris. Tessa was just someone I could use to do that. Still, I couldn't shake away the guilty feeling inside of me. I swallowed hard.
"They're probably one of my favourite bands."
"Me too." She replied, quietly.
It went silent for a few seconds, as I tried to ignore the feeling to abort my whole plan. Finally someone broke the silence.
"No offence, but I kinda took you for more of a…pop person."
"A pop person?"
"I thought you would be more into pop or hip-hop music or something," she explained.
"I suppose I like anything that's catchy, really." I replied.
More students started to pile in. I checked the time on my phone. It had been about 20 minutes since I had been here.
"So, I'll catch you later, okay?"
"No." Tessa replied, stubbornly, rolling up the window, whilst my hands were still resting on it. I quickly moved my hands out of the way, watching her get out of her car. She locked it before she walked off towards the school building.
Bitch.
I arrived earlier to Math, and went to sit at my usual place. Tessa wasn't here yet. A few minutes later, she entered the room and sat in her usual place beside me.
"Hey," I greeted her, as she just smiled weakly.
"What's up with you?" I asked.
"Nothing."
I noticed her notebook tucked underneath the rest of her books. It was black, and embroidered with a swirly pattern at one corner. I looked up at her, to find her staring out of the window. Keeping my eye on her, in case she took her eyes away from the window, I silently edged the notebook from underneath the other books. I turned my attention to the black book in my hands and opened it to the first page.
To my surprise, instead of writing, there were drawings. The first was of a building in detail. It was breathtaking. I never knew she had this much talent. I turned the pages slowly, analysing the beautifully detailing sketches. They were of buildings, landscapes and people. One of them caught my eye especially. It was of a young woman, who looked similar to Tessa, except her cheekbones were more defined, her hair was shorter and straight, and her nose was longer. I looked at the only writing on that page. It read K.E. Houghton.
"Hey, stop snooping!" A voice said, as the black notebook was snatched out of my hand. I turned towards an angry looking Tessa.
"I was just looking."
"Invading my privacy, more like!"
"You're really talented." I commented.
"Thanks," She replied, startled by my compliment.
"Who's that woman?" I asked.
"Erm…my mom."
"She looks a lot like you."
"Probably because it's of when she was about my age." She shrugged.
"I bet she has a temper like you," I joked, as she just shrugged her shoulders and looked down.
"Well, she must be an artist like you."
Again, she shrugged her shoulders.
"How come I've never seen her around?"
"Because she's dead."
It went silent then. I wasn't sure on what to say then.
"I'm so sorry…"
"It's okay, she died after I was born."
"That's still…Oh god…I'm so sorry."
My guilt overtook me. She didn't deserve what I planned to do.
"Do you miss her?" I asked.
"Sometimes…I mean…I didn't really know her…"
"So you ever wish you did know her?" I asked, as Tessa nodded in response. I stared hard at her, hating myself for letting her be involved in my plan. She looked away, and the teacher walked in. None of us said anything else to each other that day.
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