Part five

So after that library session thing, I left the college building to get the bus home. And of course its late so i sat on the railing. I looked across the parking lot and there she was. Emily. Her hair was now in a plat. Her hair now looked lighter in the light. The lighter strands mixed with the darker ones making it look like her hair was glowing. Her pale skin was sparkling almost like thousands of tiny little stars. She was talking to a guy about 20 with ginger hair and bright blue eyes. She kept looking down almost like she was shy. This couldn't be her boyfriend he dumped her. So who the hell is that? I looked around but then i felt someone looking at me, i looked around trying to find the source. It was Emily. Why I wonder? She started to walk over, then she stopped, for some reason, she then turned on her heels and practically ran back inside.

I wanted to go after her, but I don't know if I should. I saw the ginger guy run after her so I figured she wouldn't want me to go as well. That mixed with the fact that she probably hates me for my actions today. I don't really blame her, she needed someone to talk to and as usual I flaked out.While I was thinking about Emily I didn't notice Laura sneak behind me until I heard her loud ass voice. "OMG did you see that Emily person with the psychology teacher. She looked so sad. NOT" Then she did her sneaky fake laugh. I just shrugged and pulled out my phone.

Text between carly and her mum.

M-hey kiddo we have all eaten there is pizza in the oven. see you later

C- thanks mum see you.

I looked up from my phone to see my bus pulling up and a line started to form. I just waited till the queue had gone down then got on and went upstairs, leaning on the window I got my sketch pad and began to draw.

All I could think while on the bus was Emily. Her soft warm kind eyes that always seemed to be shining with life. Her soft jawline the way it made her face round. Her full mouth, her lips that throughout the day I had known her never once chapped, lips that begged to be kiss. The hair that framed that face, it was so soft and shiny, so dark that it contrasted her face. Her soft subtle curves, her breast that were quite big and in that top you could see a lot of cleavage. Her whole body was just beautiful, I'm not just saying this because I want to fuck her or anything, she was the only person I saw. I known barely know her and it's way too soon but I believe I'm soulmates.

When the bus finally came to a stop I realised I had drawn Emily. I put it back in my bag and got of the bus. I walked up the hill that lead to my house. My house was quite big, it had four bedrooms two bathrooms and two studio/studies. The house itself was passed down in the family. It had big walls that surrounded the three acre property and a hug eight foot iron gate with the family name RILEY in big lettering. Entering the house I saw both my parents were home so I went into the living room. There was my mum, my dad, my grandma and my brother all watching The Walking Dead. "Hey, I'm home. " I said startling my family out their trance. "Hey honey, how was college?" my mum asked following me into the large marble kitchen. "It was ok I guess. A bit boring if anything" I replied chucking my backpack under the large oak table and getting my pizza out.

Sitting down at my table my brother opened up my bag and saw the picture I drew of Emily. "Who's this chick?" He asked his tongue about hanging out of his mouth. "No one just drop it Jack, ok?" I replied and just left out the side door.

I sat on our bench swing just thinking about today. Laura being in my course. Emily. The stuff Laura said about Emily. The ginger dick.

A- Yo sorry about today. Where are you?

C- I'm round back

A- omw

I sat back and just waited for alex. About 3 minutes later he walked towards me. "Hey stranger" he sat next to me. "How was class?" He knew exactly how it was so I just looked at him. At that moment my brother walked out of the house with the picture of Emily in his hands."Yo Alex who's this chick and can I have her number?" He yelled to us. Alex looked at me then to the picture. "No idea J" he replied and with that we both got up and left.

We walked to the local park where we sat down and just stared at the football field, neither of us speaking. Then Alex's phone rings, after he hangs up he looks at me apologetic and says "Ollie needs me I'm sorry Carls". With that he walks away. I just watched the sun set thinking about everything. Again.

I went home about 10 o'clock. I walked past my family in the living room up to my room, my walls covered in my art work. My bed was messy from this morning, my quilt half on the half on the bed. On my desk there my paints, loads of pencils and my lamp. I pulled out my art book out of my bag putting it on my desk.

I turned the thick pages to the page which i drew Emily on. I could practically smell her lavender hair product through the page. I could smell her vanilla perfume. i looked at the drawing realising i missed something on it. Laura was right, she had a silver cross on a chain round her neck. I wonder what else she was right about. I do hope she was wrong about most of it.

A slight knock at my door made me jump and snapping me out of my thoughts. "Honey its nearly 12 you should go to bed" my mum whispered through the crack. I didn't even bother to change i just flopped onto my double bed. I turned on my side and sleep took over me like a weighted blanket.