Crime Of Passion

I didn't sleep very well that night. I wasn't able to shut of my mind, it kept thinking and thinking and thinking. The main thing was my anxiety towards Mikey. I was worried that he might've found out about the murders, about the mess I'd made of my life. I couldn't live with him mad at me, it was utterly impossible.

I groaned when I heard my alarm clock go off. I turned over, checking to see what time it was. 5 am. An hour early, seriously? I huffed as I threw off my covers and hopped out of bed. I threw on the first thing I could find, not even bothering to brush my hair. I grabbed my keys and bag, trudging up the stairs and to my car. No one was up yet, so I missed the early morning chaos. It kind of pissed me off that my alarm went off at the wrong time, but I was kind of excited to get where I needed to be and have some thinking time before class.

Traffic wasn't bad so it didn't take long to get there. I pulled into the University, parking right in front of the entrance. I sighed before grabbing my stuff and crawling out of the car. I shuffled towards the doors before stopping abruptly in front of the curb and sitting down. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with my cell phone. I stuck one of my cancer sticks in between my teeth, huffing as I lit it. I puffed hungrily while I flipped through the contacts of my cell phone. I stopped when I saw Elly's name. Fuck, I forgot to text her yesterday.

Hey Elly, It's Gerard. Sorry I didn't text you yesterday, I got wrapped up with something.

I warily pressed the send button. I wasn't really lying, I actually was busy. Busy downing as much Vodka as I could. I sucked in some more of the sweet nicotine, exhaling smoke all around me. Smoking really helped me get my mind off things, it was a great stress reveler. It was a bad habit, but it did have its perks. I jumped when I felt my phone buzz in my lap.

Well look who decided to text...

I smiled down at my phone like an idiot. Man, this girl was really something. When I wasn't worrying about Mikey or drinking my feelings away, I was thinking about Elly. She was so odd, not like anyone I've ever met. I was honestly intrigued by her every move. I felt my phone vibrate again, causing me to snatch it out of my lap and turn it on quickly.

Look behind you.

I turned around, quite dazed. That's when my eyes landed on Elly. She was sitting on the bench right next to the school's front doors. She had her sketchpad perched in her lap and her pencil seemed to be glued to her hand. Of course, her hair was a mess, but she wore this irresistible smirk on her gorgeous face. I immediately stood up, grabbing my stuff while walking towards her. I sat down next her on the bench while dropping my bag next to my feet.

"Since when did you show up to class early?"

She asked without looking away from her sketchpad. It intrigued me how she maneuvered her pencil to glide so effortlessly across a blank sheet of paper. She was so talented, so interesting. "I couldn't sleep," I spoke honestly. I could never speak normally around her, her beauty made my throat swell closed. I made myself look like an idiot.. "That's your excuse?" She teased, glancing up at me real quick before returning to caring for her drawing. "I bet yours isn't any better," I nudged. She automatically stopped drawing, turning her head to look at me.

"Actually," she tapped the pencil on her knee, "It is. I come here every morning to watch the sunrise. It helps with my drawings, quite an inspiration." She bit her bottom lip before flipping her pencil in her frail little hands. "Is the sunrise really that inspiring?" I didn't understand, nor did I get it. "To me it is," she shrugged, "Maybe you're not the type of guy for sunrises." She nearly scoffed. She can go from being the sweetest creature to the most sassy woman I've ever met. I anxiously played with my hands, biting at the insides of my cheeks.

"What inspires you?"

Her incredibly attractive voice piped up after five minutes of silence. "I don't really know," I thought about it for a moment. I almost convinced myself that death was my muse, but it wasn't. Nothing really fueled me. The only thing that pushed me to draw was due dates and boredom. I really didn't have a reason for my art. I just did it. Elly closed her sketchpad and leaned back, her eyes glued to me. "Come on," she somewhat wined, "You have to be inspired by at least something." I shook my head nonchalantly.

"I guess I'm still searching for inspiration," I smirked. That's when our eyes made contact, and I thought my heart was going to stop. She looked away before I could actually study her face. I peered out at the parking lot, noticing that there's many cars among mine. People were shoving and cussing, you heard a slamming car door every once in a while. This was an indication that classes we starting. It pained me to think that I would have to leave this bench, leave this remarkable girl to sit through lectures about different art techniques.

She sighed loudly. "I honestly don't want to go to class," she huffed. I threw the rest of my cigarette on the ground, stepping on it before I let my eyes shift and gaze at her comfortably. "You know, we could always skip," I suggested. Her face lit up, her eyes now on mine. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as I felt a blush spread across my face. "Sounds like a great idea to me," she grinned. My heart began to beat fast when she stuffed her pencil and sketchpad in her bag and set it on her lap.

"Where would you like to go?"

She smirked up at me before standing up. "Anywhere," she spoke in her normal breathy tone. I sat and thought for a minute about where I could take her. I've never really had friends, so I didn't know what people were into now a days. I only had places in mind that I would enjoy, and I wasn't too sure she would like those place. Then I thought of the old art museum in Jersey that I used to sneak off to when I was too stressed out with high school. I loved looking at the paintings, they seemed to relax me. I brushed off my jeans and stood up, grabbing my bag right after. "I think I have just the place in mind," I stated.

"Well then let's get going, pretty boy."

She nudged me with her elbow. Pretty boy? I thought I wasn't appealing to the human eye, and she was so gorgeous. She couldn't be attracted to me.. She just couldn't. I shook off the comment and started towards my car. It was an easy walk since I was able to snag a close parking space. She walked around to the passenger seat, throwing her stuff in the backseat before getting in. I copied what she did, hopping in before starting the car.

My car wasn't fancy or anything. It was a beat up old black Cadillac. I was surprised that it was still running, it's been through a lot of damage. But, she could still ride. I saw smoke in front of me, causing me to turn my head and look at Elly. Sure enough, she was puffing a cigarette. Her arm dangled out of the window, her eyes peering out the windshield. I wanted to draw this moment. Her smoking, in my car. Her eyes shot towards me and looked me up and down. "Ever seen a girl smoke before?" She teased as she stuck her cancer stick back between her chapped lips.

Not one that beautiful. I thought to myself. I didn't have the balls to say it. Besides, it was something that came straight out of a romance novel, and I wasn't into that. I just shook my head and started focusing more on the road. She started flipping through radio stations, stopping after she heard The Smith's playing. I glanced over at her again, noticing that she was humming. She took one more good suck on her cigarette bud before throwing it out the window. She was so god damn sexy, and she wasn't even trying. I tried to zone her out and keep my mind as well as my eyes on the road. But, it was impossible.

She sang along to the song, tapping her fingers on her leg. God, it was so painful to look away. "Are you trying to make me look at you?" I blurted out somewhat rudely. That didn't stop her, though. Her signature smirk rose to her face, making me gulp down the new found anger and return to admiring her. "No," she laughed lightly, "But I don't mind it." My cheeks started to burn as I turned to face the road for the millionth time. I saw her squirming from the corner of my eye, shifting in her seat. "So," she added, "Where are we going?"

I shook my head. "It's a surprise," I said before I spotted the Art museum and pulled into the parking lot.

Notes

Sorry updates were slow, I got in an accident and got second and third degree burns on my hand and leg. I'm okay now, and the update is finally here! Sorry if this one sucks... Like, comment, subscribe! Thank you for reading!

-Pixie (punkpixie)