creative desire

The black spite with all his might, brings evil in an endless flight. A curse to his child of evil birth: No love, No hate, Just empty fate.

 

Creative Desire

 

                   

 

 

“Mine’s a little crooked!” I laughed.

 

“At least yours looks human!” Jake said

 

We were in art class and it wasn’t going so well, our sculptures I mean. I had pretty much given up on my pre-drawing, but still I pretended to look busy when I noticed Kristopher was kneeling beside our table, just starring at me.

 

“Nesa…I-”

 

I didn’t bother looking at him; he had made up his mind, He didn’t need me as a friend, or more. He made it perfectly clear.

 

All of a sudden he grabbed me by the chin and kissed me, to fast for any reaction, not that I could.

 

 The whole class was staring. I could imagine that their barbarian woos were heard down the hallway. Then it was silent as he spoke:

 

“I wanted to see what it felt like…to have something so pure in a life that’s tainted”, he explained.

 

I could feel my cheeks turn red with heat; I looked to the ground, “what’d it feel like?” I mumbled.

 

“Dirty.” He replied.

 

The room filled with whispers. I looked back at him stunned. I wanted to read his eyes, but now it was him who was looking to the floor. Was he calling me dirty…no, he couldn’t be.

 

“…like a taste of something that isn’t mine.”

 

When the bell rang he left while I stayed behind, speechless.

What if…what if I wanted it, what then?

 

…

 

Later that day in English class he wasn’t in his normal seat next to me. He was sitting across the room talking to Sadie, like nothing had happened.

 

 I found it hard not to stare at him. He looked his usual playful self, and the attention he was giving Sadie was making me hostel.

 

Sadie was your typical cheerleader goddess, popularity and all. She was a beautiful blonde with hazel eyes and the body to go with it, which she used to her advantage.

 

When her hand crept its way up to push back his long brown hair I wanted to scream.

Why was he doing this to me? It was then that I saw him wince. Did he know I was glaring, I was almost positive that at that moment anyone could have felt the hole I was boring into his skull. So hesitantly, I moved back to the front of the class.

 

After school everyone knew about our little confrontation in art class. However Kristopher wasn’t fazed by it, but me… I was tired of the nonstop questions.

 

When I found him in the parking lot in the back of the school talking to these guys something in me snapped, I had to confront him.

 

The moment I approached him I was having second thoughts. These guys definitely weren’t from our school and there was something about them. I was ready to back away when one of them spotted me.

 

“Well hello… sweet tart”

 

Just his voice alone made me shiver. He was looking me over, and his eyes held me where I stood.

 

He moved beside me taking me in, it was a little too close for my comfort.

 

His looks were handsome yet dangerous his wavy blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and his green eyes seemed to glow. He wore a black t-shirt, beige slacks and… combat boots? My guess…he had been running.

 

“Knock it off…Leach” Kristopher called.

 

The pretty boy with the blonde hair and a serious case of libido… Leach apparently, hesitantly did as he was told.

 

With the help of Kris’s voice my sureness returned. I blinked into action, stepped up to him and looked him in the face and did absolutely nothing for a while...I’m supposed to be angry I realized.

 

“Turn me down hard, if that’s what you want, but don’t confuse me…” I screamed. “I’d rather hate someone, than want something I could never have!”

 

Behind him his friends snickered, I couldn’t careless. It was his look that hit me, it was the look of hurt, and it stayed with me as I walked away.

 

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Kristopher stood in the parking lot dumbfounded.

 

 Leach playfully placed his hand on Kris’s shoulder, “What happen to our prince, our gentleman, the sweet talker…our Romeo?” he grinned.

 

Kris pushed him away. “Don’t start…”

 

“Leach…” Grey warned, reading the strain that was flowing off Kris.

 

“She’s cute, but a bit of a hand full…huh?” he scoffed, “Who got in her pants?”

 

Kris slammed Leach hard into a nearby car, sending the rest of the guys far back.

 

He growled, “no one would dare touch a single hair on her head, you hear me?”

 

Grey being the father figure that he was was at his side, “oh, we see Kris, she’s a special one, and not anyone…not Leach would even try.” he touched his back. Kris calmed but his hands were still balled with Leach’s shirt.

 

 Grey leaned to whisper in Kris’s ear, “… and you can have her if you want, take her Kristopher if that’s what you really want but of course then you’d have to leave her, involving her would be unfair and you know it… Don’t get mad at leach for your stubbornness. ”

 

If I could have the least bit part of her I would, but not that, it’d break her. Kris let go, then collapsed.

 

Grey motioned for “The Boys” to scoop him up. “He really shouldn’t let his anger get the better of him.”

 

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Kristopher woke up feeling like s**t. He was in his room, and the dull empty thing made him feel the need for color. He sat up and looked down. He was wearing a white t-shirt and some navy blue boxers, he scratched his head making his hair more tasseled then it already was.

 

“Well, well… you’re finally awake, sunshine.”

 

 Kris frowned.

 

Grey was at the door dressed in his usual white button up shirt and black jeans, his curly black hair was gelled back, his regularly beautiful face contorted, his brown eyes fixed and a disapproving look on his face.  

 

“If you keep misbehaving, my lord we’re going to have to keep getting more… bodyguards?”

 

Kris shrugged, “I don’t see the need for them.”

 

Grey glared and spat back, “those boys…are the ones that helped you home!” he stepped into the room, “…and they are here at your father’s request.” He sat on the floor legs crossed.

 

Kris smirked, “such a big guy in a childish position…don’t you feel a little foolish.” 

 

“Me…childish, oh Kristopher, take a look in the mirror.”

 

“I would but…I don’t have one.” He pointed out.

 

Grey looked around the room, “yeah, you don’t have much in here do you...why so bare?”

 

“It motivates me to go outside…” Kris stood up and Grey dropped his head while Kris slipped on a pair of pants that hung on the back of a chair. “So where is my father, Grey?”

 

“Out”, it was all he ever said.

 

“Isn’t he always” Kris shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled out a letter, then shoved it back in a hurry.

 

“Hiding something from me are you?” Grey smirked.

 

“Nothing of interest to you” Kris said “…just something I should get rid of”

 

Kris knew the letter well, in fact he read it often. It was the letter Nesa gave him, telling him how she was never really this bold but for him, she wanted to be. It was her poetic confession of her love... and what made him stray. He wouldn’t let her become the one. She deserved much more than that and much more than him.

 

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Author's Note

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Reviews

[Nik Dendera]

A few typos and bits to be edited, but other than that, its really well done. Like a quick glimpse into a life.

I like the quick, snappy inner monologue.

"I could feel my cheeks turn red with heat; I looked to the ground, "what'd it feel like?" I mumbled.

"Dirty." He replied."

I really liked that bit, the stinging reply. Really well done, I liked it!

[Adam]

I really do think its a good story. I could feel the emotion in it and your writing is so smooth. It takes a lot for me to like a story and you made me like this story. Thank you for requesting I read it!

[Wellum Hulder]

This is a good story. Also, I'd check into these things, however: paragraph 4 you should put in "a friend "any" more" and I really like "Sweet tart," I thought that was funny. And finally I would put "Kris frowned" in the last section on its own line.

Wellum Hulder