Delen's POV
He looked at me quizzically, with an eyebrow raised, joined with a disturbed look in his eye. To feed the curiosity in his eyes, I add, "I go to the college in the Yellow District, and I have an assignment in one of my classes to create a character inspired by a person I meet. I'm planning on becoming a character designer. The look on his face remained the same, save for the raised eyebrow, which had come to a rest in its respective place.
"And that's why you came to Hellstone, for some stupid project?" He glared down at me. I shivered as I answered,
"Well, Yes... I wanted to draw a criminal or suspicious lookin-"
"So you think I'm a criminal?" He stated more than questioned. Freaking out, I stammered,
"Of course not! I-I-I just thought, well-", He interrupts me midsentence,
"Shut up, don't make excuses. Anyone who goes into that bar is a criminal, but, that's why you went in there, isn't it?" I go to answer, but he doesn't give me the chance to. "That was a rhetorical question. I already knew the answer to it. But, going into that bar made you a criminal as well. How old are again, 18? You're supposed to be at least 21 in order to be allowed in a bar." He was acting as if he was scolding a 3 year old. Rubbing the back of my neck, I sheepishly reply,
"Techinquely, yes." He rolled his eyes and walked away.
He looks back, "Are you coming, or are you gonna wait for Vikter to show back up?" The thought of following a stranger at night scared me, but Viktor scared me even more. So, with a nervous smile, I caught up to Xander.
YOU ARE READING
This Is A Test For A Book I Am Attempting To Write
Teen FictionDelen, an art student looking for a muse, stumbles across a shifty character by the name of Xander. While attempting to coerce him into becoming the inspiration for a comic-character, Delen is unknowingly pulled into a world of drugs, alcohol, and c...
