Luke and Lee

six || painful memories

I dragged my feet along the halls as I walked forward. I had a tonne of books, pulling the whole right side of my body down with the weight of them.

My locker was all the way at the end of the hall, making daily trips to it like a trip the store for cheesy strings - unnecessary.

After I finally got to my locker, I put in my code and relieved my shoulder as the weight of the books came off my shoulders and got smashed inside my locker inside. I slammed it shut, and as I did; I realized someone was behind it.

I jumped back, startled that this human being (I hope) would just stand there to scare the living daylights out of me as soon as I closed my locker.

"Oh my god, Anna you scared me!" I told her.

I heard her giggle a bit, but as soon as she spotted the death glare I gave her, she stopped and tried to pretend it was just a cough all along.

"Anyway, did you pick your clothes yet for the fare?" Anna asked me, squealing after she delivered her sentence.

I gave her an 'are-you-actually-asking-me-this-flippin-question?' look. To be honest, I did plan on putting together an outfit ready for Saturday, but talking about picking clothes on a Monday - it's a bit.. odd.

"What? A girl always has to be prepared." Anna said in a 'duh' tone .

I mean, she isn't wrong - a girl should always be prepared for any scenario, but an outfit to a fare?

"'Sup, Riley. Hey, babe." Oli greeted us as he kissed Anna.

I don't really mind the PDA, because Oli and Anna (#Anoli) are really cute together. And as Anna's best friend, would I rather see them fighting, or making out?

I decided to walk towards class to let them do their.. thing. When, all of a sudden, I walked into Luke. And as he's taller then me, I walked into his rock-hard chest.

He chuckled at me while I laughed, nervously.

"Well, hi there, Lee." Luke greeted me after the laughter finished.

"Hi, Luke."

"What class do you have now?" He asked me.

I thought for a moment.

"Art."

"Oh. OK. Right now I have Music, so I can take you to Art if you like." Luke proposed.

I nodded at him. But then I remembered the talk I had with Anna a few minutes ago. The fare. Now would be the right time to bring it up, since I forgot to ask on Sunday.

"Hey, there's a fare on Saturday, do you want to go?" I asked.

I looked at him, praying; crossing my fingers, that he would like to go. It's not like Luke not to go where I ask him to, but that doesn't mean he'll give me a yes for sure all the time. Change is inevitable.

Here I am, rambling.

"Yeah, sure. What time?" He asked while looking at me.

His eyes met mine, and even if it is just to see my answer, I felt a lot of emotions. Such as love, lust and excitement.

"It begins at 11, but we don't need to be there until 1 if you like." I informed him.

He grinned at me, exposing his dimples. Only then did I decide to take a moment to examine him.

His hair was as usual - dirty-blonde in the middle. His eyes were a deep green and his lips.. maybe I won't describe that.

He wore a light blue v-neck and jeans with blue trainers. He was the definition of good-looking.

"Huh?" I asked when I snapped out of my daydream.

His smiled widened, exposing all his pearl-white, straight teeth.

"I said, sure. I'll meet you at your house." Luke repeated.

**

Eventually, we finally reached the Art room, so I said my goodbyes and entered the lesson.

Ms. Rose wasn't in class yet, which meant I had enough time to quickly go on my phone to text Anna. But that plan vanished into vapour when I heard footsteps approaching the classroom.

Ms. Rose.

I groaned to myself, for not being able to talk to my friend. How dare she come in when I'm about to text?

"Now. Today we will be painting our pain. As you may or may not know, the word 'painting' can't be spelt without the word 'pain', therefore making it our topic for this semester.

"I will give everyone a blank canvas and some paint. I expect you to think of something that happened to you; something that caused you pain and place that image on your canvas.

"You have the entire lesson. You can start as soon as I hand you the materials." Ms. Rose explained.

Pain? I don't remember experiencing pain so bad to draw. All I remember that caused me great despair is not having any Nutella in the kitchen cupboard. But I'm not sure Ms. Rose would be too fond of that.

Then I remembered something. 3rd Grade. It was the first time someone physically hurt me. And that someone was Isabella Wright.

-Flashback-

The bell rang, so I decided to go to the playground so I could finally play with Lucas.

"Riley." Someone called my name, making me halt.

I turned around, realizing it was Isabella, the new girl. I smiled and was about to wave at her, when I realized another thing - she had my bow.

I frowned. Why did she have it?

"Hi Isabella. Um, may I have my bow back please?" I asked, expecting her to hand over the bow.

But instead Isabella inserted my light-pink bow into her blonde locks. I frowned again.

"Finders keepers." She laughed.

Ever since I lost my blue one when I was five, I decided to wear a bunch of similar bows, in honour of my favorite blue one.

I even made a 'missing' poster for it.

"But it's mine." I insisted.

"Not anymore."

I came up with a solution after a while of thinking.

"I'll tell on you." I threatened Isabella.

Her eyes widened, as she processed what I said. I stood there, thinking I was victorious. Instead she pushed me so that I fell on the floor. I grazed my elbow against the polished-wood floor. Tears stung my brown eyes but I tried to keep them in - I didn't want Isabella to see me cry.

"You stay quiet." Isabella told me before throwing my bow on the floor and stepped on it, breaking the clip of it and making the pink color turn brown - due to her muddy shoes.

I sat up and started to cry, as soon as Isabella left.

-End Of Flashback-

I checked the clock to see there was thirty minutes left of the lesson. So far, I had sketched the outline of the little girl (me) and the devil (I decided to portray Isabella as the devil - she could be his daughter for all I know) and even the background. I had painted the devil and the background, but I wasn't done with the innocent, little girl.

**

After signing my name in the bottom corner of the painting, I came to the conclusion that my picture was finished.

Ç'est beau.

Es magnífico.

È zoppo.

That's three different languages describing my opinions on this painting.

Ms. Rose came over to me and she grinned at the painting.

"Well done, Ms. Evans. I can see the meaning behind it. That's a B plus, because you didn't render the background enough, or the 'demon'." She explained.

As bad as it sound, a B plus is probably the highest grade I've ever gotten in art.

I'm actually quite proud.