Drella

My hand guided with the charcoal over the thick rough paper. This is what I really love. I can't describe it. When I'm creating real art nothing else matters. Not my bullshit family. Not Jaime finding out about my issues. Not even Vic, and he's the best person I have in my life. I'm at home. My real home.
"Drella!" Vic complained. I rolled my eyes.
"What?" I snapped, not taking my eyes off of my work.
"Can we go? Lunch is almost over,"
"Do you want me to get into that art school? Because if I fail I won't,"
"You won't fail. Jaime and Tony are waiting for us. You have art first period tomorrow. You're nearly finished,"
"Fine," I sighed. I started to gather my things up and put them away. "This means I love you," I poked my finger at him as I put my work safely away. "Thanks for staying," I said.
"No problem," he shrugged. Vic opened the door for me and we walked out. I went out of the school and to our usual spot. Jaime and Tony were sat on the grass. I sat next to Jaime and he looked at me.
"Where have you been?" Jaime raised his eyebrows.
"Art class," I shrugged. Then I leant in to kiss his lips. He met me and kissed me back.
"She made me stay," Vic explained.
"You know lunch is almost over," Tony frowned.
"Yeah, yeah," I said dismissively.
"What do you have next period?" Tony asked me.
"Um . . . History,"
"You picked history?" Jaime laughed.
"Yes I did," I glared and put one of my hands on my hip. "What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing," he shrugged.
"Jaime?" I urged.
"You just don't seem like a history nerd,"
"I am," I frowned. "Vic, your girl is in my class," I laughed.
"She's not my girl," he sighed.
"You want her to be though," I teased.
"You like someone?" Tony rushed.
"No,"
"Yes," I countered. "He likes a girl but won't ask her out,"
"She wouldn't say yes," Vic rolled his eyes.
"She might,"
"No, she won't,"
"She will," Jaime added.
"Yeah," Tony urged.
"You are asking her to Winter Formal,"
"Okay," he rolled his eyes.
"What about Homecoming?" Tony offered.
"He can't because I won't be here,"
"What do you mean you won't be here?" Jaime suddenly said seriously. "It's next week,"
"I'm going to New York for my birthday," I explained.
"But I got tickets,"
"Your problem," I grinned.
"I didn't know it was your birthday. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It didn't come up," I shrugged.
I heard the bell ring and sighed. Vic held his hand out to help me up. I took it and we started walking inside. "Is there anyone in your class?" I asked seriously.
"No," he sighed. We came to a stop outside of his class. Vic leaned up against the wall and I did the same.
"Are you coming?" Jaime asked.
"No, I'll see you after though," I promised him. He kissed me quickly and turned to walk away.
"You'll be fine," he told Vic.
"See you later, man," Tony tapped his shoulder.
"Don't sit next to me, Fuentes!" Jake spat as he went inside the class.
"Fuck you," I hissed back.
"Pipe down, Drella,"
"Again, fuck you,"
"No," Jake snapped.
"Just go inside, Jake," Vic sighed.
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes and went inside.
"Don't take any of their shit today, Vic," I said firmly.
"Ella,"
"I mean it. If I hear you've let them push you around in there I'm going to come and beat their asses, then I'll beat yours,"
"Of course,"
"I need to go," I told him. I pulled him to me for a hug and he squeezed me.
"Thanks," he smiled gently.
"Take no one's shit," I reminded him as I turned to leave. I hurried to my class and took my seat. I got my books out and flicked through.
There were fifteen minutes left of the lesson. I saw someone pass the door in a hurry and frowned. The door opened and someone poked their head around the door. "What's happening, Kurt?!" Frankie called.
"Jake and Fuentes," he replied.
"What do you mean?!" I called.
"Jake was with Davie pushing around Fuentes, like always. Then Fuentes got up and pushed him back. Then he hit Fuentes. It all went off. He's in the nurses office," Kurt explained.
"Shit," I breathed.
"Can you leave?" Ms Law, my teacher asked him. He left and I stood up.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked and she nodded. I gathered my things out and rushed out. I went down the hall and saw Davie sat on the floor outside the nurses office. "Why can't you leave him alone?!" I demanded. Davie looked up and I glared at him. He stood up and sighed. I pushed him up against a locker and dug my nails into his chest.
"I'm sorry,"
"Well, that isn't good enough,"
"It wasn't me this time. It was Jake. I just watched,"
"Where is he?" I asked tiredly. "Is he okay?"
"In the nurses office. His nose is bloody,"
"Leave Vic alone," I warned. I turned to go to the nurses office. When I came to the door I just went inside. But I stopped when I saw Jake on a examination bed with bandages held to his nose and his face bloody. "What happened to you?" I rushed.
"What do you think?" he asked dryly. "Your stupid fucking friend. He finally grew a pair,"
"What happened?"
"I was pissing him off. I pushed him. He pushed me. I hit him then he punched me in the nose,"
"Really?" I asked brightly.
"Fuck off," he sneered.
"Where's Vic now?"
"Fuck knows. But tell him to stay away from me and I'll stay away from him, the bastard," Jake spat.
I left the room and started to walk around. I didn't know where to look. I walked past a door that led to the roof. But as I walked past I could hear music coming from it. Blink 182 it had to be. I opened it and walked up to the roof. The door closed softly behind me and I saw Vic sat on the edge of the roof with his lyric book and he was singing quietly along to his phone. I listened to him for a while. He was really good. His voice was high. So much higher than his talking voice. But it was beautiful. I went to the edge next to him and sat down, letting my legs dangle off of the edge. I rested my head on his shoulder and he looked down at me.
"I'm proud of you, Vic," I told him.
"You are?"
"Yeah, you punched the dick in the nose,"
"I did," he smiled. I took Vic's arm and wrapped it around me.
"You okay?" I asked gently.
"Yeah. Just needed some time up here,"
"Do you come here a lot?"
"Not anymore," he shrugged. "Not since I met you. I used to be up here all the time though. I'd just come here, maybe cry, write some music and sing for a while,"
"Your voice is really good," I told him.
"You heard?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"It's rubbish. My voice is too high,"
"Have you heard of post hardcore? Your voice is perfect for it. The singers have high voices but it goes so well. Trust me, you're talented,"
"You think?" he asked hopefully.
"I know it," I nudged him.
"Thanks," he smiled. We sat quiet for a while until I looked at him.
"You going to homecoming?" I suddenly asked.
"Nope,"
"Want to come to New York with me?"
"Seriously?" he grinned.
"Yeah, I want to show you New York. It's only for a few days. But we can go out and have fun,"
"You sure?"
"Yes," I laughed.
"Okay, I'll go," he smiled.
"Promise?"
"I swear," Vic smiled widely and held his pinky out. I wrapped mine around his and we shook.

Notes

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