Lovely Desire, Breanna Davis [read an ebook week .TXT] 📗

eyes and looked down at the picture. A smile involuntarily passed over my face. I picked up a blank piece of paper and went to work.

It was well around three o’ clock in the morning when I was finally done with the picture. It was even better than the last realistic painting. I brought it to my chest, inhaled and exhaled, closed my eyes and imagined us together. We were holding each other in the most intimate of ways. Just laying down in a meadow of flowers, holding each other and caressing each other. But Trent’s eyes weren’t the hypnotizing stormy gray, but a pitch black. So black that I could see my reflection it.
Startled, I opened my eyes only to see Leo standing there with a horrified look. I gasped and dropped the picture I was holding. I pulled out my headphones and looked at what he was staring at – my box full of Trent’s pictures.
A lump formed in my throat as I continued to stare at the box. Neither Leo nor I said a thing. The only thing heard was the faint sound of music playing from my headphones. I didn’t even attempt to break the silence. It’ll all be too weird. What would Leo think of me now that he found out about my addiction? What will he do? Would he tell my parents out of worry? Or will he keep this between us two? Was I now going to be exposed by my month long obsession? I hoped not. Trent might be blamed and I wouldn’t have that. Hopefully, Leo will think I was just crushing on my History teacher and he wasn’t crushing back. I prayed that he thought that. I bit my bottom lip as the silence progressed.
“What the hell is going on here, Faith?”
I hesitantly met Leo’s horrified eyes. I sighed and started stuffing all the pictures back in my box. I tried not to look at Leo as I did so. “Nothing is going on here,” I mumbled. I picked up the box and headed for my closet.
“Then why do you have pictures of our History teacher in that stupid box?” Leo exclaimed. I turned to glare at him, but was surprised when he knocked the box out my hand. I gasped and got on my knees and started stuffing the scattered pictures back in the box.
“It’s for a project.” I said as I continued to put the pictures in the box.
“What project, Faith?” Leo spat. “Art,” I say easily. I get back on my two feet, balancing the box in my hand. “The topic was to draw a portrait of the person you look up to the most,” I lied.
I was glad that sounded believable. But it was kind of weird that the lie came to me so easily. Who was I turning into? A girl who lied and made out with teachers? Who would’ve thought that I, Faith Pierce, would become someone like that? I shook my head and walked into my closet. I put the box back into the hole and closed it up.
“You have hole for the box? Why are you hiding your project, Faith?” Leo growled. I stood up and faced a very angry Leo. “Because I want it to be a surprise,” I say with a shrug.
“Whatever, Faith. I just don’t want to see them again, ok?” Leo asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I nodded.
“And if anything more is going on that you’re not telling me about I swear, Faith, I will kill h-,”
“There’s nothing else going on, Leo. You’re worrying too much.” I say immediately. Leo sighed and dropped his hand.
“Maybe I am. It’s just that you were doing better and I don’t want you going back to being all depressed again. I mean, you’re usually kind of boring, but you were never that boring. I want to keep my best friend just how she is.”
I smiled and gave Leo a hug. “How did you even get in here?”
Leo laughed. “I went ninja on your door.”
My eyes widened as I pulled away from him and looked at my door. It was leaning slightly, only being supported by one hinge. The other two was scattered on the floor. I looked back at Leo.
“You kicked opened my door?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I had to. Your parents hadn’t seen you since you gotten home and gotten worried. When they tried knocking on the door, you didn’t answer, so they thought you went to my house and mistakenly locked the door behind you. They called your cell and you didn’t answer, so they called me. When I told him you wasn’t over here and couldn’t be at Kyle’s either because Kyle was sleeping over my house, they started to panic. That’s when I came and went commando on your door.” He finished with a cheeky smile. I nudged him in his shoulder.
“You’re going to fix it.” I pointed out. He shrugged again. “Well, I have to go. Kyle might get bored to death.”
I tried not to make my smile fall at the mentioning of Kyle’s name. “Alright, ninja Leo. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”
He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Bye, Fay.”
After escorting Leo to the door, and explaining the misunderstanding to my parents, I went back in my room and didn’t even try to close my door. It was clearly done for. I left my broken door open and crawled into bed. I pulled the sheets over my head and soon fell asleep, dreaming of Trent.

I woke up to the sound of thumping. I groaned and twisted around in bed and tried to fall back asleep. The thumping didn’t detain at the least and I could feel a migraine threatening to come over me. I pulled the sheets from over my head in exasperation. I sat up straight and my eyes zoomed in on Sophie. My eyes widened. She was banging on my door with a huge metal hammer with her pacifier in her mouth. I quickly rushed out of the bed and ran towards Sophie. I grabbed the hammer from her hand and dropped it on the floor. She immediately started crying.
“Give it back!” she whined. I ignored her plea and started checking her for any visible injuries. When I found no cuts, I sighed in relief. I popped her on her hand and scolded her which caused her to cry louder. I scooped her up in my arms and went into my parent’s room. I only saw my mother there. She was straightening out her hair in the mirror.
“Mom!”
She jumped a little and turned around. A smile immediately engulfed her face. “Good morning, Faith.” She said and turned back towards the mirror.
“Why was Sophie playing with a hammer?”
My mom turned around again, her eyes wide. “A hammer?” She got up from the chair she was sitting in and rushed over to Sophie. She grabbed her from my arms and Sophie calmed down and snuggled into her chest.
“Is she hurt?” she asked. I sighed and leaned against the wall. “Not anything I can see,” I replied.
My mom nodded. “Good, tell your father I want to see him now,” she said sternly before she sat back down in the chair and started to cuddle Sophie.
I stifled laughter as I went to go find my dad. I went downstairs in the kitchen to see if he was there, but he wasn’t. I bit my bottom lip and thought hard. Where would my father be besides the kitchen? The living room – where the TV was. I quickly grabbed an apple and took a bite out of it as I stepped into the living room. He wasn’t there either. Did he leave?
“Dad?” I called out. I turned around and started for upstairs to tell mom I couldn’t find him when I heard familiar voices. My brows stitched together in confusion as I followed the voices. It brought me through the living room, through the kitchen and to the garage door. I pressed my ear against the wooden door as I listened. When I heard my father’s booming laughter, I smiled. I opened the door.
“Dad, mom said that – ,” I paused when I saw who was standing with my father. I felt the apple I was holding about to slip from my shocked fingers, but I gripped it before it dropped. I stepped all the way into the garage, biting my bottom lip ready to throw accusations at the person. Kyle had the nerves to smile at me – smile at me like he didn’t already make a fool out of me. As I stared back into his dark brown eyes, I was glad that I made out with Trent! I didn’t care. Trent didn’t laugh at me in front of all my companions and make me look like a pathetic idiot! I was gripping the apple as I walked all the way into the garage. When I looked down, my fingers were pale white from the pressure I was putting on it. Instead of facing Kyle and yelling at him like I would’ve liked to – I turned to my father and forced a smile.
“What is Kyle doing here?” I asked in a pleasant voice.
“Oh, your dad had -,” I glared at Kyle, which caused him to stop talking. “I was talking to my father,” I said coldly. Kyle’s eyes brows knitted in confusion, but I ignored his befuddled look. I turned back to my father and cocked a brow at him.
“Look, Faitheristic, I had asked Kyle to help me fix your door after Leo went all – what was the word – commando on it,” My dad chuckled and I scoffed. “He agreed, but he nor you ever told me you guys were in a fight.” My dad concluded.
“We’re not in a fight.” Kyle said.
“Yes we are!” I hissed and glared at him again. He raised his hands in a surrendering gesture.
“Well, I didn’t know that we were fighting! That explains why you weren’t answering any of my texts! I thought you were too busy cheating on me or something! But I knew you weren’t like that, but now I’m questioning whether you are like that! Don’t get mad at me when you are the one doing wrong!” Kyle yelled.
I grinded my teeth, just about ready to explode. I turned towards my dad. “Mom wants you.” I mumbled. But he was too busy glaring at Kyle. “Dad, mom wants you.” I said more aggressively. He looked at me and sighed.
“Whatever, but I want him gone when I get back. No one talks to my daughter like that.”
“Mr. P -,” Kyle started.
“No one!” My dad’s strong voice boomed off the cement walls. He glared at a startled Kyle and then slipped into the house muttering unintelligent things.
I turned towards Kyle accusingly. “First you upset me – now you’re upsetting my family?” I exclaimed. Kyle shook his head, seeming to shake off a thought.
“What did I do to you? What did I do that was so damn bad?” he yelled.
I laughed humorlessly. “What did you do? Seriously, Kyle? Do you not know?” I yelled back. I could feel my tempter rising. My blood was pulsing and my teeth were gritted to the point where it would grind into dust. My fingernails were digging into the apple and I could feel the juice running down my fingers and dropping to the floor.
“No,” he said calmly. Calmly like I wasn’t on the brink of insanity. I slammed my fist on the wall. “You humiliated me! You laughed at me like I was a fool! Do I look like a fool to you, Kyle?”
I was breathing harshly as