RUNAWAY
Chapter 5- What's His Name
A/N: Long time no see. Well I must confess, I have been lazy and staring aimlessly at the screen for a while figuring how to express the story….it's a very frustrating task. Thx for the reviews. RxRxE (Enjoy!) xOoglesx
I must have been imagining things because by the time I blinked, his eyes once again seemed to try and burn a hole straight into Mr. Lucas' head. Eventually it seems that Mr. Lucas was also loosing patience and nodded him off to go find an available seat.
He shifted his hazel eyes to the floor and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He glanced around to locate an empty seat only to notice, like I before, the chair awaiting him next to me. He made his way back and slouched himself into the chair. It creaked slightly because he began to balance it on two legs while leaning back. I was engulfed with the smell of books and a tint of pine. His jeans were baggier than ever when close up, they completely covered the heel of his used-to-be-white tennis shoes.
That poor animal, slaughtered just to cover his back for his own comfort! It was well worn. How many other poor animals were sacrificed to one human's closet? I glared at it, as if I could somehow bring back the innocent animal. And he is just slouching! Obviously he doesn't care that much about art history; then again, I'm not paying much attention either.
"It's not real."
I was startled out of my accusations "Excuse me?" I said with a bit of venom to the 'butcher'.
He smirked still looking ahead towards the front of the class "The jacket, it's not real leather."
Slightly embarrassed, I looked away as if I were suddenly deeply interested in what Mr. Lucas had to say. Why did I glare at his jacket so long…it's just a jacket! An article of clothing…out of an animal. He said that it wasn't real though….what do you call that…pleather?
A crumpled piece of paper landed in front of me.
So what's the hunk's name?
Emma's eyes shined in the anticipation for the reply.
Emma, no! I passed it back with my foot kicking it to the side of her chair.
Emma is my name you dolt!And what do you mean by no? No what?
No-he is not a hunk.
That's not what I'm seeing, unless I am now getting some rare disease that distorts images in the eyes. I see a mysterious stranger who will sweep me off my feet OR…even better submit girly squeal here you ;)… He's your buddy! Ask his name!
NO
WHHHHHHYYYYYYY!??!?!!
Because…can't you see he is an animal killer…look at his jacket! How did I know he was telling the truth? The only way to really see if it was fake is by touching it and I am NOT doing that. I continued to scribble: and he clearly does not appreciate the arts since he was complaining about his schedule.
So you were looking at him huh?
I blankly stared at the piece of paper while my temper rose. Emma, however, found this quite amusing.
NO!!!
Emma scribbled something back and tossed it over, but it went too far. It landed near the new kid's aisle on his left. Before I could say anything he snatched it up and stuffed it into his pocket. What in hell's name does he think he's doing?!?
It was answered by Mr. Lucas walking slowly by continuing his lecture on the Greek temples. Then I realized if he hadn't picked up the note, Mr. Lucas could have easily done the same and…gulp…read it to the class. As soon as Mr. Lucas turned around to head back up the aisle at his slow pace I signaled the newbie to pass it back. He shook his head. WHAT! Who does he think he is! He simply smirked
He slumped back in his chair and waved his dark brown hair to the side. Panic started to take over. Oh God, I don't even know this guy and I started to judge him because of his clothes. IT WAS JUST A STUPID JACKET…that smells really good. Gag. I think I'm turning into Paulina- would it be possible for him to SWIPE THAT SMIRK OFF HIS FACE!!!—Oh no…he's opening it.
I glanced at Emma and she was fidgeting in her seat, clearly uncomfortable.
Maybe if I could just snatch it…no…that would look to suspicious. He would know that I—that WE were talking about him. It was too late anyway.
His small smirk became a huge grin that would light up three bedrooms. I shrank down in my seat, simply humiliated.
I glared at Emma who suddenly became very interested in fidgeting with her pen. Whatever, I'll deal with her tonight; she is my roommate after all.
People start to gather their stuff and I jumped out of my reverie. Before I could verbally attack Emma, Mr. Lucas called "Sam, Emma, over here please"
Emma awkwardly walked by my side. She knew I was mad at her, and she knew that being with an angry Sam was not good.
"First off" Mr. Lucas began to say while looking over his glasses, "I'd appreciate if you would pay more attention to my lectures like our new addition here, Mr. Fidlen
Fidlen? You've got to be kidding me. Emma suppressed a snort and failed to pass it off as a cough. The new kid looked slightly embarrassed and pushed his oval shades up and walked out of the classroom with hand stuffed in pockets. I shifted my attention back on Mr. Lucas.
"Now, this involves the both of you." He slipped out two brochures; both had the Mona Lisa on them with a sun in the back ground as well as Palm trees. "You two are the top of the class, well, in talent anyways" he said remembering today's lecture.
"I'd think it would be great if you two entered the competition and represented this college. All you need is to submit three works, preferably on canvas and with paints."
We each took one of the brochures and realized why the Mona Lisa was at the beach: It was in Orlando. Well close enough, it was on an Island called the Merritt Island, along the coast. Emma and I looked at each other. We wanted to go, but the question was where were we going to get the money to go to Florida?
Mr. Lucas must of read it in our eyes "Listen to this; if you accept, you get to go on a mini-vacation, get some color." He said with a twinkle in his eye.
"AND, if you win, I believe there is money involved for the top three places. BUT," not letting us but into the conversation "if there are money problems involved in getting there, I'll be more than glad to help sort things out."
We stood in shock. I think my mouth was dropped open. "You really think we're that good?" I questioned.
Knowing that we already accepted his offer he replied "Most definitely! Now Emma, we will have to go over your works to see if we could put something together." Emma nodded.
"But you" looking deeply into my lavender eyes "You should think about entering that Phantom collection you have." I bit my bottom lip. I didn't know if it was possible, but Emma's eyes got even wider.
"Next time I see you two, bring them in, we can sort them out together, after or possibly before class." Mr. Lucas finished and walked to erase some jotted words from the lecture that day.
"I thought you stopped drawing… him." Emma said accusingly.
I ignored her and gathered my stuff while stuffing a loose paintbrush in the outside holder of my bag. "I'll catch up with you later."
Emma had a slight look of worry "Hey!" I turned.
"You know, we could talk about it…again."
I looked down and whispered "I know."
Trying to lighten the mood "Hey could you pick up some milk- uh…it's kind of all gone." She admitted sheepishly.
"Gone?" I asked confused, "I just bought some last night!"
Emma just smiled and shrugged and turned to go talk with Mr. Lucas about something. I sighed. Poor strange child, but I love her anyway. I laughed and exited the classroom towards the stairs. You had to be careful down these steps. Shiny pebbles were plopped into the cement to have "a unique" look. Slipping was a definite option.
Great, almost to ground level. I heard a light 'tink' behind me. I looked to see the small paintbrush that was once in the outside holder of my bag. It slowly gained more speed as it clinked on each step. I turned at an awkward angle to grab it as it fell but the weight of my bag surged forward causing my balance to fail. I was going to scream, but the floor was rising too fast. I tried to at least break the fall with my hands, but right before my hands reached the ground, a strong grip grabbed my arm, yanking me back.
I regained my balance and looked up to see hazel eyes pooling over dark ovals in concern. As soon as I gazed up, his face turned up into a half smile. He said jokingly "I know you think I'm a…what was it…oh yes…a hunk, but please don't fall for me."
"Ha-Ha, very funny" I said trying to cover my embarrassment. I dusted and straightened myself up. "Thanks." I said. You wouldn't think a lanky guy like him would have such a grip.
"No problemo." My partner smiled warmly. Mr. Fiddlen; that's all I know, his last name…that cracks me up every time I say it. I couldn't help but smile back. Just then a jingle went off in my bag. "Hold on, sorry." He shrugged and leaned against the wall like he had nothing better to do. I went through my bag and finally found that blasted phone.
"Hello?"
"Are you sure you can't come over, for like, an hour?!?" It was Tucker….and he was whining.
" Oh I'm fine thank you for asking Tucker." My voice dripping with sarcasm.
"PLEASE! I'm begging you….I think I'm having a stroke of boredom."
"Tucker!"
"Plllllleeaaase with those dark licorice sprinkles, and the black frosting you like, with those little gummy bats on top?!"
Sigh "Fine. It just so happens that my class ended early cause it was a history day."
"Awesome! I mean…that stinks that you had history today. I'll show you the new game I got with the guys!"
"Well don't pee in your pants before I get there. I have to do a few things then I'll be over."
"Kay, see ya later."
"Mm-hmmm…bye."
I clicked the end button on my phone and tried to place it in an easier place to find in my bag. I began to think of all those awful things I said in the note about my partner that were unnecessary.
"You know, I'm sorry how thing started out, but…"
I turned around towards the wall, but no one was there, he was gone. Ooookay…so much for holding on. I walked down the hall towards the plaza and student parking where my car waited.
A/N: Okay so it's a little short…well really short, but since you guyz have been waiting patiently and I haven't updated in a long time, I decided to cut it short. So it's not in its complete glory…oh well…watcha gunna do. So we still don't know Mr. Fiddlen's first name….the mystery boi…hmmm…Tucker- u just gatta lurve him. Thx for reading and reviewing….much lurve from the one and only xOoglesx