Crime Of Passion

"Gerard," my mother called, "You're going to be late!" I groaned, throwing blankets off my body. I hated the mornings. Going to and from New York was tiring. I should've found an art school in Jersey.. I got up and changed sleepily, heading up the steps and into the kitchen. I grabbed my keys off the kitchen table and kissed my mother goodbye. I jogged out to my car, hopping in and starting it up.

I would've skipped school today, but it was Friday, so there was honestly no point. I drove for about an hour until I reached the school. I parked sloppily and grabbed my bag, jumping out of the car in a hurry. I rushed inside and quickly shuffled into my first lecture. I took my usual seat in the back, pulling my sketchbook out of my bag along with a pencil. I started sketching a character for a comic book I was planning to write.

I put down my pencil and stared at the desk next to me. I wanted her to sit there again, to be near me once more. And just as I started thinking about her, she came walking into the classroom. She had her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, her bangs hanging above her icy blue eyes. She awkwardly approached the seat next to mine, sitting down without looking at me. I tapped my pencil on the desk anxiously waiting for class to start. I wanted to keep staring at her, but I didn't want to freak her out.

She was hunched over drawing again, obviously too focused to notice that my eyes were glued to her. I didn't realize that class had already started, I was too preoccupied with studying Elly. "Gerard," Mr. Crow called my name, "Quit staring off into space and pay attention." I nodded, looking away automatically. I heard a soft chuckle from beside me, causing me to squirm a bit. From the corner of my eye I saw her gazing at me, a light smile on her chapped lips.

I half smiled and glanced at her, our eyes coming in contact for the second time. She shook her head and began to draw once again. She was so quirky, so odd. I went back to my drawing so I could get my mind off of her. I anxiously scribbled until the bell rang. I gathered my stuff and headed out, fighting the urge to look for Elly.
***

I was out drinking all night. I stumbled down the sidewalk, desperate to get home and pass out. I shuffled into the house without making a sound. I made my way into the kitchen so I could make some coffee to sober up. I turned on the kitchen light, instantly jumping when I saw Mikey sitting there. "Dude," I almost yelled, "What the hell are you doing?" I clutched my chest and started to calm down. "Thinking," he said simply. I made my way to the coffee machine and prepared to make myself a cup.

"About?"

"Things," he shrugged. I put my cup under the machine and pressed the button. "You're real descriptive," I scoffed. He got up, heading down the dark hall. "Just don't worry about it," he called before I heard his door close. I shook my head, grabbing my cup of coffee and taking a sip. He's been really distant lately, and that worried me. Usually I was the one with communication problems, but in this situation we had switched roles. I downed my coffee in no time, throwing the cup in the sink.

I went to my room without a sound. I turned on the only light source I had, a small lamp beside my bed. I picked my sketchbook up and flipped to my most recent drawing. It was a detailed portrait of Elly.. I did it strictly by memory. It wasn't complete, but that didn't matter. It was already beautiful. I spent a while shading, making sure that every line I drew was accurate. I wanted to add color, to make it perfect.. But it was too late and I was exhausted. I closed it up and threw it on my nightstand, climbing into my blankets while reaching for the lamp.

Notes

Hi! I know the first two chapters are sort of slow and boring, but it won't be like that for long! I'm still brainstorming, but I know that it's going to be awesome from here :) comment, rate, do whatever! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
-Pixie (punkpixie)