How did anyone forget to eat? It wasn’t like you could not tell when you were hungry or not. Your stomach not only made noises but it usually hurt a bit. Or something. It was some sort of awkward sensation that Jeremy really had no idea how describe. All he knew was that he did not like the feeling of being hungry. When he felt hungry, he felt agitated. Even more so than he usually did. His fuse would become short and he would often snap at anyone who happened to be nearby and talking to anyone. He simply was not the most pleasant of people to be around whenever he was feeling hungry. Even worse, when he practically felt starved. There had been days in his younger years that he would refuse to eat just for the sake of locking himself away in his room. Or times he would just casually forget since no one had been home to feed him anyway. That would have been his damned mother’s fault, of course. He was a kid, what was he supposed to do? Surely Jeremy of all people would not take the time to learn how to cook.

There she went again bashing all models. God it bothered him to no ends. It wasn’t like he had wanted to be a model. It wasn’t like he had asked to be one. Considering he wasn’t a complete eyesore he just happened to fit. Oh, and we couldn’t forget the fact that he had absolutely no other talent in the entire world. At least, Miss SinClair did not think that he did. Though he wouldn’t doubt her in his mind. Verbally, he would. Just because he didn’t want to seem like she was completely right. That would bug him to no ends, he was sure. But this also bothered him. Why couldn’t she just zip her lip? Modeling had to be some form of art. Models helped to create some art. Like in photographs. If there were no models to pose then it would be empty unless you were taking a picture of something that did not involve a human being. It wasn’t like they were completely and utterly useless. Everyone just made it seem like they were. Even though he had never intended on modeling, Jeremy still was not pleased with the way that some people looked at it. Sure he didn’t exactly enjoy it all of the time, but hearing people say such rotten things about things you did was not the nicest of feelings either. Not that he wasn’t used to it.

“Just shut up, would you,” he spoke up with obvious hints of anger lining his voice. His eyes stayed in another direction instead of watching her back. Looking at her would only cause more anger. He just wanted to stay calm, which he was generally good at. As long as he could sound a bit agitated. “Do I really look like I starve myself? Besides, you’re one to talk. You’re thin as a rail.”

There was no doubt that she was thinner than him. He was sure that even if she was a boy she would still be thinner. He was healthy. Nowadays, he had no intention on starving. If he had to be thinner for something, fuck it. He was not going to drop a bunch of pounds to impress anyone. In fact, he thought that he was a good enough weight right now. Everyone seemed to think he was thin enough anyway. So why would he ever dream of starving himself unless he was in desperate need of cash?

“It’s not like I even wanted to be a model,” he half mumbled, half growled. She was doing an excellent job of getting on his nerves right now. So much that he wanted to go ahead and just explain himself. He wanted to say that he thought he was ugly and there was really nothing grand about his appearance. He wanted to say that he quite insecure with where he was standing now. He wanted to say all those things that no one was supposed to know. But he didn’t. Not now and not ever. Nobody would ever know. Especially not her.

So what if nobody was forcing him to do this. There was nothing else that he could do. That was his problem. He had come here to do something he had never done. He had basically just taken whatever options he had to get in this school. Getting into Davenport meant getting away from living at home and putting up with the last of his family. Especially his dad. Sure he hardly ever saw the guy but he rather liked it that way. Jeremy never did like his father. The reasons he had were probably silly to other people but they made perfect sense to him. Not that he really wanted to start thinking about it now. All that would manage to do was put him in an even angrier state of mind. And that was the last thing that he needed. Jeremy just wanted to drop the subject and get back to the school. That way he could do what he did best. Lock himself away and only worry about himself for a little while. What else was there to do when there wasn’t anyone around to do anything worth his while? And who would want to spend time with him now that he was just in a plain bad mood.

An actor. He could probably do that. He already put on an act every day. Everyone fell for it so it wouldn’t be too hard actually doing it as a career. But, the only problem was that he didn’t want to act. He didn’t want to put on a show for somebody else to enjoy. He just wanted to do something that he liked. But what did he like? He liked to explore. He liked to look at art and he enjoyed writing. Maybe he should have gone into writing? But that would have been different. Then he would have to actually write for a class. He did not enjoy writing whenever someone told him to do it. Only when he felt the need to do it. Which, lately, had been rare. Besides, he wasn’t good enough to actually go into writing or hope for a career in it. That wouldn’t do. The only thing he could do besides modeling was physical labor or human services. Serving other people did not sound like it would be any fun though. Nor did it interest him.

Her sudden outburst caused his heart to just about leap from his chest in surprise. Almost immediately, he found himself almost perfectly still. Until he realized what it was she was doing. Drawing. Did she really need to get so worked up over a drawing? Of him, none the less. Unless she was just drawing the background or something. He hoped she was. He really wasn’t dressed for it and did not want someone to remember him in such attire. Not unless it was family since this was all they had ever known him to wear. But anyone else who knew that he preferred to dress this way, well, they really did not need to know that.

Jeremy impatiently shifted his weight and puckered up his lips almost thoughtfully while he narrowed his eyes in another direction. This was annoying. Mostly because he had no idea why he obeyed her. He could have just kept going and ignored her. But he didn’t. He had stopped. That had partly been because she scared the living hell out of him but, other than that, he had no idea why he was still standing there. But once she finished with her little spurt of artistic muse, Jeremy finally relaxed again. Being on the spotlight all of a sudden in such clothes had managed to make him feel kind of tense.

He just about choked on his own spit when he heard her apologize. It was so quite that he wasn’t sure if he had really heard it or not. There had been no change in his posture or expression. Nothing showed his surprise to her. All he did was stand there. Then he turned his eyes at her and narrowed them quickly as though he was surveying her. What had gotten into her today? She did not like him at all and was apologizing? Now that was weird. If not a little bit creepy.

“What?” he asked quietly, and a bit bewildered. “You’re sorry? You? I must have heard wrong.”

Jeremy finally turned his eyes away again and shifted his weight around once more. Something he often did when he felt unsure about something. Or plain uncomfortable about a situation. This one was more uncertainty rather than discomfort though. Sure he felt strange, but he was more at ease at the moment. He was just surprised at her.

The drawing. He wanted to see it. But should he ask or just pretend like he really didn’t care? He had never really seen her work. Maybe she was good? Maybe he would find out? There was only one way to really know.

“Can’t I see it?” he asked as he looked back in her direction. He tried to keep the curiosity out of his voice and attempted to make it seem more demanding than curious. “I mean, I did stand still so I’m sure I deserve a look.”

Her words were easily ignored since he had heard that all too many times before. Not from her though. Just different random bunches of people who he managed to tick off. That was actually a good amount of people too. Jeremy had become quite talented when it came to things like that. He wasn’t sure if he really hurt people’s feelings though. Just more like annoyed them. That was what he did. He annoyed them until it drove them crazy. Why did he do it? Because they had just happened to cross his path. That was really the only reason that he felt he needed. Actually, it was usually the people who bugged him that he would bother back. People who treated him like another human being often got little pestering from him. It wasn’t like they received smile filled remark or true laughter, but he definitely didn’t try to treat them like dirt either. Not unless he happened to be in a very bad mood. Then he would be just like he was to everyone else. Basically, a cold hearted asshole. At least, that was what Jeremy guessed that everyone saw. No one got to see any other parts of him. He simply would not allow it.

Jeremy placed his hands over the book and then finally pulled it away from his chest once Evie was far enough away. He also had to let the easel down to lean against his leg so he could look through the book. For a moment, he merely let the book lay in his hands, wondering if he should really take the time to open it. She probably made him and every other model around here look horrific just because she found them to be unskilled and shallow. He was almost afraid to open it and see how dreadful she made him look. He was guessing that he was probably one of the people she despised most so it would make sense if she did attempt to make him appear to be the worst out of everyone. In all honesty, it would not surprise him if she did.

Finally, he took the plunge and plucked the cover open to take a look. Surprising. Not as horrid as he expected. He had not expected her to be a bad artist though. It was more that he expected her to draw things that were a bit more morbid. Why he thought this was mostly because of her personality. But, other than that, he wasn’t too sure why. Obviously she had done a decent job in proving him wrong. Not that he was actually going to say anything about it. Instead he would just stick to standing there quietly while flipping through the pages of her book.

His face was a bit plain. No expressions could really be read and if there were any it would probably look like he was annoyed. That was his thinking look. A rather peculiar look to where he furrowed his brow and put on a lopsided frown. It definitely did not appear to be pleased.

There were a few pictures that surprised him the most. The one’s of him. They weren’t of some distorted demon like he assumed they would be. They were just normal. They were just him doing whatever it was he had been doing the time she had drawn him. Which brought up another interesting topic, but that could wait a little bit. He finally found himself looking at the picture that she had just done and stared at it for a moment. When had she done some of these? Surely she didn’t just draw him whenever he happened to walk by. Was he really nice enough looking to randomly draw? He personally found it surprising but tried his best hide that element and keep it from showing on his expression.

“Uh, they are… good,” he answered as he flipped the pages one more time. Then he closed the book and nibbled on the inside of his lip for a moment before looking back over at her. He then held the book out waiting for her to take it. “I like them.”

He spoke rather quietly but not in a shy manner. It was truthful. Though he had learned that people never really did believe anything he said these days. If she didn’t believe him, that was her issue. If she did, then she would probably get pissed off again because of his compliment. But whatever happened would happen. He simply decided that he should not put someone down because of their work. If they did a good job, tell them. If they didn’t do a good job, then he would say it. When it came to art, he usually had no problems appreciating it silently to himself. It was enjoyable to look at, after all.

Once she had turned away to start walking again, Jeremy let a small grin wipe over his features. It was just a small one though. Maybe it was because she had said she liked him. Well, she did not say that exactly, but it was good enough. It was not every day that Jeremy heard someone say they liked him. He also highly doubted that anyone said it to her much. She just did not seem like the kind of girl to go around being friends with everyone. Actually, she seemed to be the complete opposite. She was probably the type to go around trying to keep people away from her. He was sure that she could do something like that pretty well too. Just go around acting like a complete and total bitch. But this new little side that he saw with the apologies didn’t seem to fit that note quite as well as the rest of her personality did. People would probably actually like her if she acted with that part of her instead. But, maybe something had happened to make her act that way. Maybe. Maybe not. Jeremy could have easily been wrong about it. For all he knew she could have simply been a stuck up princess while she was at home.

When she turned back to stick her tongue out at him, he immediately took the grin off of his face. Now he just looked like he had been staring out into space, but he didn’t care. It was much better than being caught with a smile on his face. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea and think that he actually liked her company. Maybe if she was a bit more pleasant he would, but that was all. Right now, he didn’t think that he really wanted to show her that. Or, give her the wrong idea. Not that she would even care. She probably hated his company just as much and simply wanted to hurry to the school and get him out of her hair. Speaking of hair, what was her deal?

Jeremy sent her a glare as he realized that she had put it back up. He really didn’t care but decided to act like he did. If she didn’t want to look pretty with it down, then that was really just her problem. Although, he was sure he would much rather see her take his advice rather than rubbing it in his face that she would never listen to anything he had to offer her. Especially when it came to beauty tips, he supposed. But her hair being down and looking nice was only his opinion. Not really a tip. Whatever. He still thought it looked very nice down as opposed to up in her silly little buns.

“Oh and God forbid that you would ever like me as a person, Miss SinClair,” he spoke up as he took the easel once again. He began to once again trail behind her and showed little interest in trying to catch up with her. Why on earth would they want to walk side by side anyway? That would only make them seem to be more human toward each other. They had already shared too much kindness with one another today. There was really no need for anymore. Was there? Nah, being mean was fun anyway. “Fine. Put it back up in your ugly little nest looking bun thing. See what I care.”

The young man stubbornly stuck his chin up and turned his gaze out toward the ocean. He had to squint his cool blue eyes against the reflection of the sun’s rays on the sea but he still decided to look in that direction instead of Evie’s. At least he wouldn’t be tempted to kick sand at her while he looked over in another direction. Besides, kicking sand would only resolve in him getting even more sand into his shoes. There was already an uncomfortable amount seeping through. An aggravating amount now that he thought about it.

With a frown, Jeremy stopped his and lifted his right foot to shake it. Of course, nothing really came out since his shoes were blocking the sands path. Even so, he gave the other foot a little shake and then continued on behind her.

“Hey, what are you going to do with that drawing?” he called after her. He wasn’t sure what she did with them. She couldn’t have just saved them all for herself. Maybe they were beginnings of projects or something. A smirk crossed his features for a moment as he thought. “Besides admire the handsome guy in it.”

Jeremy had just about dropped the easel when Evie threw the hair clip back at him. But, once he remembered that his right hand was occupied, he used his left to fumble around with the clip until he caught it between his hand and his chest. Once he was sure that it was secure, he looked back up at Evie with a glare. He didn’t say take it out of your hair. All he did was state his opinion on what he thought that it looked like when she put it up. Besides, what did it matter to her? Since when did she start caring about what a brainless model thought of her hair? Heck, she probably didn’t care and Jeremy was just over thinking the whole little ordeal. It probably meant nothing at all. She must have only wanted to chuck an object at him in hopes of hitting him and causing some sort of pain. That sounded about right. That made things a whole lot less complicated then what Jeremy had made them out to be. All that Evie had wanted to do was to hurt him physically somehow. And if a hair clip would do the job, then he was not surprised that she would do it.

Wait. What had she said? Jeremy had been so busy trying to think over the entire hair clip motive that he had basically missed everything that she had just said. Besides the words ‘paint,’ ‘college,’ and ‘portfolio.’ Those were the only words that he had managed to catch though. So he simply decided to do what he had seen most guys do. He was also guilty of it as well. And that was just nodding or agreeing with her. Girls talked a lot anyway. It wasn’t like she would notice that he had simply nodded at her reply. Actually she probably just wouldn’t care. She wouldn’t care if he was listening to her or not. It wasn’t like they usually said anything nice to the other anyway. So ignoring the other was just kind of normal.

“Oh yeah. Like I would really want a picture of me so I could look at myse-“ Jeremy stopped himself mid sentence as he realized what he was saying. Something that he normally would not say. He couldn’t say that he found himself to be bland and the opposite of beautiful. That simply would not fit the image he had decided to give himself. So, after a moment’s pause, he quietly cleared his throat before continuing. “Nah, I was just curious is all.”

Jeremy would definitely not one of the pictures of himself. He saw enough of that every day of his life. Why would he really need one to stare at when he was trying to do something else? Maybe one of the flower ones. But what would he do with a sketch? Hang it up? There really wasn’t anything that he could do with it. Besides, it made him feel slightly uncomfortable knowing that she just might be willing to give him one. She had done a very good job in creeping him out today. She seemed to have quite a few mood swings. At least in his opinion. But what did Jeremy really know? He hardly knew her in the first place.

A puff of air came from Jeremy as he brought his left hand up to fix his rather messy hair. But something managed to stop him. That damned hair clip. Not what in hell was he going to do with a hair clip? There was nothing he could do except carry it. And he was starting to feel like a baggage boy for her about now. He had her easel and her hair clip. Well, it wasn’t much of a hassle to carry around, but Jeremy could probably make it seem that way if he wanted to.

Then he got an idea. His hair was rather long in the front and the wind had a tendency to blow his hair into his face. Which he really did not find to be all that pleasant. And he did happen to have a hair clip. No. It would be stupid to use it. He would look absolutely ridiculous with it in his hair. And if there was one thing he was worried about, it was his image. But maybe she wouldn’t throw hair clips at him any more if he used them. Then she would have to be disgusted or something. Something negative, he hoped, would come out of doing this besides looking like an idiot.

With the quietest of sighs, Jeremy looked at the clipped and then wiped it as best he could on his yellow shirt. He then let the easel lean against his leg again. The clip was tossed over to his right hand while his left hand went to pull the hair back out of his face. The last piece, the clip. Once it was in his hair he felt a rather uncomfortable tug from it as a few hairs seemed to get in tighter than he expected. But, overall, it was basically loose. He had no clue how to put them in anyway. Now he was finished. Instead of making any indication that he had put it in, he simply picked up the easel and continued on his way.

As he walked, he could feel the clip starting to slip out of his hair. He titled his head to the right in attempt to keep it in and actually managed to do so. Except, now, he looked completely ridiculous. His hair was still rather messy, he was lopsided, and he had a hair clip in his hair. Never again would he speak to this of anyone. Why was he doing it again? Oh right, to piss Evie off. Would this even work? Somehow, all of a sudden, he highly doubted it.

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The laugh that came from her just about made him jump. Now that was something that he had not been expecting from her. That was the last thing that he would ever expect from her to do. She had a soul and feelings? This was truly a discovery that needed to be remembered for all eternity. This was also proof that Evie really was a human being. After all his questioning Jeremy somehow believed that this proved that she was just as human as anyone. He was so excited for his discovery that he could smile. But, considering she was laughing at the fact that he had her hair clip in her hair wasn’t making it easy for him to join in on the fun. In fact, he did not find his situation humorous in the least bit. She was supposed to want to take it away from him. Learn a lesson or something. Not laugh at him. Though it was kind of interesting to see and hear her laugh. It made him wonder how many people had actually heard her laugh before. Or had even seen it. Jeremy had to admit, she was a much more pleasant sight when she was happy.

Her actions were a bit odd for her. Any kind of actual contact that was no verbal was very strange to him indeed. Maybe even uncomfortable. He was not used to her being close to him at all. It didn’t seem like the two of them would ever get themselves closer than this. Heck, he had not even expected to ever get this close to her. Mostly because she had made it clear so many times that she did not like him. He had even had his mind set that he did not like her. He probably didn’t. She was just being not so bitchy at the moment and that was why he was second guessing himself. That was all. Jeremy would never have her as a friend. It simply could not happen.

Another glare came from him as she finished her work with a mocking little comment. Oh how he regretted putting that retched hair accessory into his hair now. It was stupid and had not even worked out how he had wanted it to. Instead, it left him being laughed at. Something else that he really had not been aiming for but received anyway. It was just his luck to. It was just his luck to suddenly be such a humorous sight.

As soon as she had backed up far enough, Jeremy put his hand up and pulled the clip from his feathery blond locks. All the while, he kept an annoyed frown on his face. Once he had it out of his hair, he fiddle with it for a moment while wondering where to put it. In the end, he simply pulled the bottom of his shirt outward a bit and clipped it on. Then he got back to what he was doing earlier. Carrying her damn easel. And now his hair was once again blowing around his face and every other way, freely.

Why had he offered to help again? It could not have been out of the goodness of his heart. Nor could it be because he liked her as a friend. Then why? Why had he put himself through so much trouble? Through so much misery was more like it. He would never know. He would never know why he had put himself through something so horrible.

Thank goodness she didn’t have a camera. He would probably die of a stroke if anyone had to see him that way. And he was sure that he would be the butt of every joke for days. Maybe even months. Or worse, the rest of his days at Davenport. Now that was truly a horrific though. So horrific that Miss SinClair won herself a little prize from him. Another glare.

“Ah, too bad for you,” he said with obvious annoyance in his voice. His eyes were still narrowed and he turned his eyes in another direction yet again. “Let’s just hurry up and get back to the stupid school… I’m sure you are absolutely sick of my company by now.”