Secrets and Lies by H.M. Ward

Author:H.M. Ward [Ward, H.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: H.M. Ward Press
Published: 2014-06-22T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

The rest of the day passes with no embarrassing incidents. I even manage to be in the art building without bumping into the bathroom guy. I was worried he went to school here, but he’s not around. Maybe it was a fluke. Thank God.

I choose a stool toward the back of my figure drawing class. A sloppily dressed guy wearing clothing three times his actual size takes the seat next to me. His jet-black hair hangs down, obscuring his face. He sighs, like he wishes he were somewhere else, then glances over at me. “Hey, I’m Carter.”

“Kerry. Are you an art major?” I haven’t seen him before, but then again I don’t have many upper level classes. When the department chair reviewed my portfolio, he let me skip ahead into a few advanced classes.

He smirks. “You’re a freshman. How’d you get in here? This is a junior level class.”

I shrug. “They thought I could handle it.”

He points at my sketchbook and says, “May I?”

It’s personal and I don’t show it to people, but I have a feeling that I’m going to be stuck next to this guy all semester and if he doesn’t think I should be here, well, things won’t go very well. I hand it over and stare straight ahead. I don’t suck. A New York City art school, one of the best in the world, offered me a full ride—all fees paid—if I enrolled there. So sitting in Drawing III isn’t really anything major.

Carter flips through slowly, his dark eyes scanning my work. The corners of his mouth twitch like he’s trying not to smile. He hands it back to me. “Not bad, freshman.”

“Well?” I say and reach out my hand.

“Well, what?”

“Nice try, Carter, but you know how this works. I only show you mine if you show me yours. Flash me. Dazzle me with your—” as I’m talking, he rolls his eyes and forks over the sketch book. When I flip it open, I can’t speak. My jaw drops when I see what he’s drawn. I forget that he’s watching me out of the corner of his eye for a second and just stare. My fingers are drawn like magnets to the page. It’s a drawing of him—Mystery Man.

I want to slip my fingers over his face and feel the life-like stubble under my fingertips. The drawing captures his somber mood perfectly. There’s a lostness in his eyes that’s impossible to hide. I saw it the other day when I slammed into him in the bathroom and then again at the hotel room. My heart flutters and I can’t hide the emotions that are coursing through my body. But embarrassment still lingers, fresh in my mind. Who walks out in the middle of sex?

I flip the page and study detailed drawings of old benches with splintering wood beams, broken fences, and page after page of beautifully captured destruction and deterioration. Carter breathes life into his drawings. They don’t just look like things. They look like they live and breathe.

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