His Name Was Tate

draw

After lunch, the school day moved way to quickly for my taste. It was like it's was over as soon as I sat in my seat. I was literally begging time to slow the hell down. Clearly it didn't hear me.

"You ready for the second greatest day of your life, little owl?" Tate said pushing off his car and opening the passenger door for me.

"Second?" I said.

"The first of corse being the," he moved closer to me and leaned down with his lips barely touching my ear, "bathroom."

I could feel a tingle spike through my body but as quickly as it came it left. I pushed him away and made my way into the car with out a word. This is going to be a difficult day.

I could hear him laughing as he made his way to the driver seat. He slid in smoothly and began to start the car.

As we made our way to his house, I stayed quite. I wasn't sure what to do, or what to say. This morning, I was planning on not talking to him for awhile and now I'm in his car going to his for this stupid favor that I didn't even agree to.

I cleared my throat and finally mustered up the courage to speak. "So, you have any ideas on what we should draw for a rough draft?"

In the corner of my eye I could see a ghost of a smile appear on his lips, but I kept my gaze forward. Ignoring how it made my heart flutter.

"What was the theme again? Love or something?" He said.

I mentally rolled my eyes. "How are gonna say yes to a favor and not even remember what the favor is?" I said

"I could care less about the actual painting." He huffed out.

"Then why the hell did you say yes? I could be at home relaxing or chilling with Becks." I said low. In all reality, though o really should hate this situation, there's a little part of me that's excited.

"Can't I just hang with my bestie?" He said

I shift slightly in my seat. "Tate?" I said

"Yes, little owl?" He said smugly.

"Your not being fair. I told you i needed time and space, and you thrusting me into your presence like this isn't helping. We need to do this on my time. And I don't want-" before I could finish the car jerked to a stop. My eyes shot over to Tate.

"We're here." He says with a tight smile and starts to get out the car.

I watched him as he made his way over to my side of the car. He swung open the door with same tight smile and offered his hand. "Let's go, little owl. We got things to do." He said.

"What the hell, Tate!?" I screamed. I hadn't even realized that we were already at his house. I was more focused on the jack ass that almost made my head and the dash board best friends.

He pulled his hand back and stepped behind the door. I couldn't help but stare at him in awe. This dude was really starting to piss me off.

When I realized that he wasn't gonna give me an explanation, I begrudgingly made my way out of the car. He shut the door behind me and lead the way to the house.

I really didn't understand why I liked him. He is giving whiplash, literally. First, he acts like I don't exist, and purposely kept calling me the wrong name. Then the next minute, we are getting close. Becoming actual friends. Then, the kiss. God, that kiss. I shared my first kiss with him, and then he completely rejects me right after. And after me saying I need space, he wants to be 'besties'. I could feel my heart screaming at me as I followed behind him.

My breathing began to falter. Shit! I need my inhaler. I began rummaging through my bag. I finally found it and took two pumps. I began focusing on my breathing ignoring everything around me.

Two hands on my shoulders shook me out of my trance. I looked up to a worried looking Tate. "Little owl? You okay?" One of his hands cupped my cheek and I could've sworn I felt his hands shivering. I couldn't help but melt into his touch.

My breathing began to even out. And I was even more aware of his closeness. I looked up at him and almost lost my self into his eyes. But almost is never enough. After snapping myself back to reality, I quickly stepped back

"I'm ok. Was just stressing myself out." I began to become even more aware of my surroundings. We were almost to his art room. I hadn't even realized us walking through the front door. Was I that lost in thought?

"Okay." Was all he said. I could've sworn I saw a flash of frustration in his eyes but it was probably my imagination.

He turned and made his way to his art room. I walked behind him in silence.

He opened the door to his art room and immediately grabbed and apron. He grabbed another one and handed it out to me.

"Thanks." I said. I began to pull it on and struggled to tie it again.

"Did you want me to help you?" He said. He began to walk over to me. Once he walked forward I stepped back. "Nope. I got it." I said.

As I tried my best to tie my apron, I could feel him staring at my every move. Once I was done, I looked up at him, our eyes meeting.

"So? You ready?" I said.

He moved his gaze from me and began to walk over to his desk. He sat down in a chair and pulled one from a random spot on the floor, and set it next to him. He patted the seat and looked over to me. "Come on, sit. I promise. I'll behave myself."

"You already broke another rule, Tate." I stated. And I could see a small smile form on his lips. "I promise I won't touch you unless you ask." He said with a smug smile.

I rolled my eyes and made my way over to him. He began to pull out materials. He laid out a price of paper and some pencils in front of me. "Draw." Was all he said.

I looked at him questioningly. "What?"

"Draw. Don't think just draw. Just keep the theme in mind and whatever you feel, put it on the paper." He said nonchalantly while shrugging his shoulder.

"Easy for you to say. You could probably draw and paint in your sleep. And besides how are either of us meant to make anything to do with first love and we haven't experienced it ourselves." I said lowly.

"What makes you think I never experienced my first love?" He said in a whisper. I could barely hear it. If I wasnt so hyper aware of our closeness I might've missed what he said.

"Have you?" I asked. My gaze moved over to his and my heart clenched at the look in his eyes. Pain? Regret? What was it?

"Draw." Was all he said before he got up and began setting up a canvas area. I moved over to the chair he was in and centered myself in the middle of his desk.

Don't think.

Did he really have a first love......

Just draw.

Is that why what we did meant nothing to him....

DONT THINK

.....because he already loved some one

JUST

Did it really mean nothing....

......draw...