SOMEWHAT DAMAGED By Kai.
Kyle's eyes pleadingly looked at his big brother. He searched his face for an answer, trying to recognize the emotion. He felt his brother let go of his shoulders, and at that moment, his world collapsed.
"Kyle, you get to draw a fairy."
The whole class burst out laughing, and I took my pencil and started drawing. It's not like I didn't see it coming. The art teacher hates me and I know he'll always try his best to humiliate me. Last time he decided for each student what to draw, I got a fruitcake. This time, it's a fairy. Even though I'm usually the only one who actually draws anything, or takes art class seriously, he still hates me.
I loved drawing, it's the only thing I don't completely suck at, but this man made me hate even that. And he loves how it amuses all of my classmates.
Nevertheless, I like art class. Even though the teacher makes fun of me all the time, it doesn't really matter, because I never pay attention. I usually spend the two hours drawing colorless butterflies in my notebook. Looks like today, it's fairies.
"Hey, you're that new kid, aren't you? You are! I didn't know you were in our class. My name's Jane."
"And I'm Jasmine."
"I'm Jessica, what's your name?"
"I'm Laura."
I carefully peeked behind me to see who they were all talking to, but I couldn't see the new kid, because all the girls in the classroom were standing around him in a circle. I went back to drawing my fairies. Another jock everyone's going to love.
The bell rang just when I finished my drawing. I put it on the teachers' desk and left the classroom. 11 am. Three more hours to survive. While I was trying to come up with a good reason why I didn't have my math homework, someone crashed into me and I fell on the floor, dropping my notebooks. A few guys laughed as the walked by. "Sorry" I mumbled and started picking up my books.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." I heard a deep voice and saw a hand picking up a book and handing it to me. I looked up and saw the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.
"Oh, you're in my art class."
When I realized I was staring at him, I nodded quickly "Y-Yeah."
His smile grew bigger. It was that new kid. No wonder all those girls wanted to talk to him. He was... Gorgeous.
His medium long black hair looked so strong and healthy, it made me want to smell it. His blue eyes were so... Blue. So blue, that I couldn't have made them more blue if I drew them. His smile was perfect, kind, warm, even his teeth were unnaturally white. But he didn't look like a jock. He actually looked too thin to be one. He looked like... an artist. A musician, maybe. Or a poet. Or maybe a composer. Or a novelist. Yes, a novelist. When I finally made myself snap back to reality, I noticed his smile was gone, and he had this weird expression on his face. I had no idea what it meant.
"Come with me." He said in a deep voice.
Come with him? Where? I felt my hand being grabbed gently, and I was being led somewhere. I didn't even tell my legs to move, they just moved on their own and followed him. My brain didn't process what was happening.
He led me to the toilets. When we entered, no one was in. He locked us into one of the stalls. He turned around and put his hands on the wall behind me. I finally took control over my body and brain again. "W-What are you doing?"
"I love you." He whispered, looking deep into my eyes.
What? What kind of a stupid joke is this? This guy doesn't even know me and he already has a plan to humiliate me?
"You're the one I want. I knew it the moment I saw you. You'll be mine."
This isn't funny. "This isn't funny."
"It's not supposed to be." He wasn't laughing. He wasn't even smiling. "I love you." he whispered, and kissed me.
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