Drip, drip, blood drops

Drip, drip, blood drops! I thought vampires belonged to the imagination. I thought the movies just wanted us to be afraid. I thought Dracula was a former idiot. I thought as much, until I met Louis Tomlinson. He wasn't the person he pretended to be and he wasn't human


3. Chance and opportunity

"Today, you shall paint your's worst nightmare." 
I looked up at Louis. He walked between the benches and he saw all. He even saw me. I gulped and thought about my nightmares. I had many, and I knew that I couldn't fit everything on one page. 
"You can paint the black, you can paint the blood and you can paint dead." he said and laughed a little bit. Louis looked at me quickly and I knew therefore that he knew I was there. "What are you afraid of? What don't you want to happen in your life?" 
I looked down at my blank paper. I knew many things that I hated, but I chose in the end to start with my nightmares. I put down my energy in it and I really tried to get something down on my paper. I didn't just want to have a gray mouse, I wanted something more.


Louis stopped behind me and I was surprised when he leaned over me. He had one hand on my left side on the bench, I could almost feel his breath against my neck. He leaned over me and he peered down at what I was painting. 
"You don't like bright colours?" 
I swallowed. 
"Well, maybe not?" 
Louis smiled a little bit and I felt his lips were almost at my ear. 
"Emelie, you can paint and I know you have more in you." 
I looked up at him and blushed when our faces almost bumped into each other. I looked directly down again on paper again, but felt his second hand sliding across my back. 
"You don't need to be afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you." 
He let his hand stay in the middle of my back. 
"You're not sure about me." he whispered, and only I heard him. "I just want your best and I promise you that you will change." 
I didn't understand what he was talking about. I was shaking all over and I felt that only his hand affected me. 
"Okay, maybe?" 
Louis laughed lightly and this time he let his lips graze my skin next to my ear. 
"You're a flower, a rose, a bud. You will knock out to something big one day."
I saw how my hand was shaking and I realized that although he saw it. Therefore, I put away my pen and swallowed. 
Louis laughed a little bit and to my relief he stood up. He released me and I puffed out. Why did he influenced me so much? I still felt where he had kept his hand and where his lips had been. I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach and I was angry at myself. I had never let a guy affect me and yet he managed to do everything. I peered at Louis back as he walked foreward in the classroom. I saw how he moved and actually I liked what I saw. Louis was quite narrow, he had an easy way to move on and he generally looked tempting. I let my eyes follow him, until I met Eleanor's gaze. She stared straight at me and it wasn't a good look. She looked coldly at me and she didn't seem to want me there. I was surprised, because she didn't uselessly give me those looks.


When the class was over, Eleanor went to Louis and I saw that she would suck up to him. I smiled a little bit and picked away my pencils and brushes. I took my painting and was about to leave, when I heard Louis voice. 
"Emelie, you can stay." 
I hesitated, but something told me that I would stay there. I peed at Eleanor and she didn't even see me. She just stared at Louis and he gave her a cold look. 
"Go now and you shouldn't treat anyone like crap." 
I was surprised when Eleanor just walked out from the room. She was as in a trance and I saw that she wasn't present. She just left the classroom. Louis seemed satisfied and came up to me. 
"I see everything." he said. I swallowed and met his gaze. 
"Can you hypnotize others?" 
He stood right in front of me. 
"It doesn't matter. I have a question instead. I'm taking pupils home to my mansion and have a weekend when all the painting. Want to come with me?"
I shook my head quickly. 
"No, my mom won't like it and why me? Why just me?" 
He looked into my eyes and stood way too close to me. 
"Because there's something special about you and I want to know you." he groaned. "And I can talk to your mom." 
I backed off. 
"Why are you so careful with me? Nobody else has bothered and no other teacher ever offer me anything extra." 
Louis smiled and it was such a smile that charmed. 
"Emelie, I know you have something in you that no one else has and I like to get students to become their true selves."
"Mom will say no." I said quickly and spun around. I left the classroom and was angry at myself. Louis thought that he could  do whatever he wanted, just because he was a teacher? I didn't go to his mansion and paint art. I didn't want to expose myself to him.


My mom met me in the hall when I got home and I saw that she had something to tell me. 
"Your teacher called and you are going with him and paint with other students." 
I sat almost in the throat and coughed.
She smiled big. 
"But it's a great opportunity for you. You can get good grades, and he said it can open you up. You will learn to trust yourself and ..." 
I interrupted her. 
"And if I don't want?" 
She was almost angry. 
"You should go and you should listen to him. He's a likeable man and he cares about you as a student. Seize the opportunity and take the chance."

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