Two Years and Counting

Chapter Two: Testing the Waters

“Hi, you must be the new student Logan.” I nod my head “I’m Mr. Collins, the class has just started a new project you should be able to catch up with them quickly.” He says continuing “The goal is to create a story in just one work. Either just one drawing, one sculpture, or one photo. You can us any medium you want but it can only be white, black, and one other color. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” I tell him. “Do you have any idea what you would like to do?” he asks. “Yes I would like to do something with a camera.” I say. “Okay, if you make your way to the art tech room someone can explain to you our policy.” He tells me. “I have my own one can I use it?” I ask, he nods his head. “Yes but I still want you to know the rules anyway.” He answers.

I nod my head then go to the art tech room. I end up coming face to face with the new kid. “Hello” he says clearly his voice is deep and smooth. “Hi, Mr. Collins told me to come over and ask about the cameras” I tell him. He nods his head “Very well, here are the rules. First, you can only sign one out for a week. Second, at any point in that week Mr. Collins can as for it back. Third, if you break anything you have to buy a new one. Next, you can only use them for school use. Lastly, make sure that you save all of your pictures onto a flash drive or something otherwise they will be deleted after your week.” He explains I nod my head I know the rules by heart. “Okay, thanks” I say. “So do you need to sign one out now?” he asks. “No I have my own at home but the teacher wanted me to know the rules anyways.” I explain. He nods his head. “Yeah he told me the same thing. By the way my name is Cole.” Finally I get his name. “Logan” I tell him. “I know” he says smugly. “Really” I question. “Yeah, I make it my job to know the names of the beautiful girls in this school.” I stop breathing at his answer.

He is definitely a player, I have to stay away from him. Sure I have been called a lot of thinks from ugly to a hot slut but not one was I called beautiful. “Mum, thanks I think” I mumble out. “You’re welcome, so how do you like this fine school?” he asks. “It’s okay, I’ve only been here for one day. What about you?” I question back. “Well I moved here about a year and a half ago. Everyone was inviting some more than others.” He jokes and I snort at his answer. “So why were you eating lunch all by yourself. I pretty girl like you, I would think that guys would flock around you.” He asks. “Well I scared them off when they found out my dad was is prison along with taking down Austin. They must realize that I am not to be messed with.” I answer him. He laughs “Yeah I heard about that rumor you dad I was hoping it was a lie.” I shake my head “Nope totally true” “Well I’m not scared. Why not sit with me at lunch tomorrow so you are not alone?” he asks smugly. “I’m good, if I said no to Claire then I’m going to say no to you too.” I respond.

“Okay then, so what classes do you have tomorrow other than art?” he asks. “I got history, English, a free period, then lunch.” I tell him and he smiles. “We have history and of course lunch and art.” “And that is a good thing because?” I ask drawing out the last word. “It gives me an excuse to talk to you.” He grins. “Great.” I mumble “What’s your issue?” he fires. “Well I don’t exactly like you.” I say he looks taken back. “I just mean I don’t know you and you seem to have this look that means everyone is just a joke to you. I don’t want to be one.” I tell him truthfully. He looks a little hurt and I feel a little bad. “Well I am sorry you feel that way. I guess I will leave you alone.” He tells me then walks away. I am happy and sad at the same time. I’m glad that he is leaving me alone but sad that he gave up so easily.

I make my way back to the art class room and open my note book then I start sketching. I don’t pay attention to what I am drawing but when the class end and the bell rings I start at my work. It shocks me that I drew what I did. I didn't think coming back was effecting this much. I drew the school to perfect detail and standing in front is me crying with a group of people around me laughing at me. I stare at the faces and see everyone that I ran into today there. It takes every ounce of self-control to not tear up my drawing.