Eve tossed fitfully in her few hours of sleep after the incident in the
kitchen. The eyes still seemed to be watching her even though she couldn't
see them and she didn't like that feeling at all. Her dreams were a blur of
colors and sounds, garbled voices all about her and distorted shadows.
When she woke up the next morning, fresh clean sunlight was coming through the windows, but she didn't remember opening the windows or pulling back the delicate curtains. The air was sweet with the smell that comes after a day of heavy rain, it was a smell that she remembered the most of Tennessee; she didn't realize how much she missed it. But what was under the window made her raise a minnow of a dark eyebrow, she didn't remember that single beautiful table then when Kurt showed her the room the other day, she definitely would have remembered it.
She got closer to it and as she did a huge smile split her face. She run her fingers lightly over the long tapered paintbrushes and elegant calligraphy pens. Upon a thick pad of bound art paper was a note that read. "I hope you don't mind, I hear that it helps you relax. You'll find the paints and inks in the bottom draw. Welcome home" It was signed 'Charles' in loopy script and Eve suppressed a squeal of joy as she pulled open the bottom drawer of the mahogany table.
As promised, there were rows of paints and inks, in as many colors as possible and she had to restrain herself from opening all of them. She checked her watch and saw that it was a little past seven in the morning and there was already sounds of the other students in the hallways. Classes were beginning today. Eve wanted to cringe at the thought. It wasn't that she didn't like school per say, in fact she was quite good at it, but it was the thought of starting somewhere new that made her nervous.
She reached for her bag but stopped as she noticed that the clothes from it had been emptied and smoothed out in the dresser draws across the room. She sang softly to herself as she ran a pretty silver backed brush through her hair and began to get dressed. Her mother had always said that the thing about first impressions is that you only get to make one; she was going to try to make it her best. She pulled on a black tank top that hiked up a little and showed off her country tanned tight stomach and a pair of baggy jeans that rode low on her hips. She tied a silk scarf through the belt loops and eyed herself in the mirror critically.
She pressed a bit of loose powder under her slightly shadowed eyes to cover up the evidence of lack of sleep and slicked some sheer pink lip-gloss over her pouty lips and added just a little bit of the gloss to her cheeks bones and dabbed it down to look like a natural young blush. She took a deep breath as she slipped into her slightly beaten boots and pulled the door open.
As Eve turned to go down the long hallway, she ran right into something that felt like a marble statue. Before she could stumble and fall to the ground, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and held her still. "We need to stop running into each other this way kid" Logan said with a hint of amusement in his voice as he looked Eve up and down once quickly. "Yeah," She agreed and shifted a little. She didn't know exactly what it was, but something about the dangerously handsome man in front of her made her nervous.
"I'm showing you where your classes are" He took her by the arm and led her down the hall. His legs were considerably longer then hers, he had a good foot and a few inches over her, and so she had to trot to keep up unless she wanted to be dragged. "What does Scott teach?" Eve asked as he finally slowed down and she was able to catch her breath. "Science, I think it's stupid anyway, and then you have History with Storm and then English with the Professor in his office" Eve nodded and tried to ignore Logan's slanted stare when she yawned widely. "What's the matter with you?" "I didn't sleep too well, it's a new place for me y'know?" It was a lie and she suspected that Logan knew that, but she was thankful that he let it go.
"Well Scott's class is an hour and a half long so you'll have plenty of time to catch up on your sleep. He's the only one you really don't want to deal with, he's an asshole" "Don't you have anything better to do Logan?" The sudden voice from behind made Eve jump in alarm but Logan stayed perfectly still except for the blooming smirk on his firm lips. "I do as a matter of fact" Was all he said and after winking slyly to Eve, sauntered down the hall.
When she woke up the next morning, fresh clean sunlight was coming through the windows, but she didn't remember opening the windows or pulling back the delicate curtains. The air was sweet with the smell that comes after a day of heavy rain, it was a smell that she remembered the most of Tennessee; she didn't realize how much she missed it. But what was under the window made her raise a minnow of a dark eyebrow, she didn't remember that single beautiful table then when Kurt showed her the room the other day, she definitely would have remembered it.
She got closer to it and as she did a huge smile split her face. She run her fingers lightly over the long tapered paintbrushes and elegant calligraphy pens. Upon a thick pad of bound art paper was a note that read. "I hope you don't mind, I hear that it helps you relax. You'll find the paints and inks in the bottom draw. Welcome home" It was signed 'Charles' in loopy script and Eve suppressed a squeal of joy as she pulled open the bottom drawer of the mahogany table.
As promised, there were rows of paints and inks, in as many colors as possible and she had to restrain herself from opening all of them. She checked her watch and saw that it was a little past seven in the morning and there was already sounds of the other students in the hallways. Classes were beginning today. Eve wanted to cringe at the thought. It wasn't that she didn't like school per say, in fact she was quite good at it, but it was the thought of starting somewhere new that made her nervous.
She reached for her bag but stopped as she noticed that the clothes from it had been emptied and smoothed out in the dresser draws across the room. She sang softly to herself as she ran a pretty silver backed brush through her hair and began to get dressed. Her mother had always said that the thing about first impressions is that you only get to make one; she was going to try to make it her best. She pulled on a black tank top that hiked up a little and showed off her country tanned tight stomach and a pair of baggy jeans that rode low on her hips. She tied a silk scarf through the belt loops and eyed herself in the mirror critically.
She pressed a bit of loose powder under her slightly shadowed eyes to cover up the evidence of lack of sleep and slicked some sheer pink lip-gloss over her pouty lips and added just a little bit of the gloss to her cheeks bones and dabbed it down to look like a natural young blush. She took a deep breath as she slipped into her slightly beaten boots and pulled the door open.
As Eve turned to go down the long hallway, she ran right into something that felt like a marble statue. Before she could stumble and fall to the ground, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and held her still. "We need to stop running into each other this way kid" Logan said with a hint of amusement in his voice as he looked Eve up and down once quickly. "Yeah," She agreed and shifted a little. She didn't know exactly what it was, but something about the dangerously handsome man in front of her made her nervous.
"I'm showing you where your classes are" He took her by the arm and led her down the hall. His legs were considerably longer then hers, he had a good foot and a few inches over her, and so she had to trot to keep up unless she wanted to be dragged. "What does Scott teach?" Eve asked as he finally slowed down and she was able to catch her breath. "Science, I think it's stupid anyway, and then you have History with Storm and then English with the Professor in his office" Eve nodded and tried to ignore Logan's slanted stare when she yawned widely. "What's the matter with you?" "I didn't sleep too well, it's a new place for me y'know?" It was a lie and she suspected that Logan knew that, but she was thankful that he let it go.
"Well Scott's class is an hour and a half long so you'll have plenty of time to catch up on your sleep. He's the only one you really don't want to deal with, he's an asshole" "Don't you have anything better to do Logan?" The sudden voice from behind made Eve jump in alarm but Logan stayed perfectly still except for the blooming smirk on his firm lips. "I do as a matter of fact" Was all he said and after winking slyly to Eve, sauntered down the hall.