Opposites Attract

Never Trust an Attractive Troll

I drummed my fingers against the smooth blank paper of my newest sketchbook. It had cost me what was left of my pay cheque (I worked in my aunt's café at the weekend) but I didn't care. The moment my fingers touched it's freshly blank pages there was no letting it go. So I did what any wannabe artist would do, I bought it.

But now the blank pages were staring up at me almost begging to be filled with pencil and colour but my mind was now as blank as the pages in front of me. Why did I get paired with someone with such an impossible personality? I could think of nothing to draw that would represent what I knew of Jace so far.

Screw Mr Popular. My hands were itching to draw anything that didn't involve Jace Hart. I wanted to draw dragons and winged horses, all things that represented who I was. What a shame it was that the project wasn't about drawing your own personality, I would've crushed it. I would have gotten my A and I could live happily ever after with my knight in shining armour, and no that was not Jace, Jace was the troll locked away in the dungeon along with his annoying personality.

I didn't realize that, while I was thinking of all these scenarios in my head, my hand was at work drawing them all out in front of me. There I was on my trusty frosty eyed dragon ready to take down the only troll in all of troll history to look attractive. Ladies and gentleman, even as a troll Jace Hart was annoyingly hot.

Damn him and his attractiveness!

As I pushed the sketchbook away my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I took it out and stared blankly at the screen which read 'unknown'.

"This is the one and only Lilly Scott, if I don't like you, please take this call as a voicemail but I warn you there will be no beep. If I do actually like you-"

"Lilly it's your father."

That shut me up. Since when did my dad call me on an unknown number?

"Oh.." I trailed off.

"Your mother and I will be staying in Germany for another two weeks, we sent money for you and if there's any problems give us a call."

I'm not saying I was surprised because I wasn't, in the slightest. I was mad.

"Whatever dad."

I hung up and threw my phone to the other side of the room in frustration. Pushing my sketchbook further away, I curled up in a safe little ball on my couch and shut my eyes blocking out my parents, life and a good looking troll by the name of Jace.

***

Matt arrived at my house at 8 am exactly in his beat up grey truck that had driven me to school for the last year. His dad had bought it for him but it was his mother's idea. I remembered thinking 'ah, so that's what normal parents are like'.

"Are you okay?" He asked suddenly breaking the silence that my mood had created in the truck.

There was no point in lying, Matt was the only person who could tell when I lied, but it was worth a shot.

"My mom and dad, well, they realised their inner calling and joined a cult for suckish parents, or if you like, vampire parents. (You see what I did there? Suckish..Vampire..no okay.)

Matt rolled his eyes. "Are they not coming home?" He asked seriously. By now he was used to my random outburts that made no sense.

"Ding ding ding! And the winner is Matt for being obvious."

Instead of waiting for his reply I turned on his CD player hoping it would make me feel better but then I remembered that this was Matt's truck and the music that filled the truck was that of an opera singer who's name I couldn't pronounce.