Zephyr snorted with amusement, keeping his arm steadier than normal as he knew she was using it for balance, but that part of him kind of half died. Like it shut off from shock every time she touched him. He shook the feeling off. "Huh. Weird. Maybe you should just run everywhere." He joked with a smile. They were close to the school now.

"Maybe I will! Race ya!" She didn't care if he just kept walking. She jumped into a run and pushed for speed as she smoothly ran over the concrete, her shoes getting pretty nice traction. She looked both ways as she ran before crossing the road and sliding to a stop at his truck.

Zephyr looked surprised for a second before pushing himself into a smooth run, obviously not as fast as he could go. Every track day he always won for his grade. He loved running. He stayed behind Sophia before stopping at his truck with her. "Running is always so much more fun than walking." He chuckled a little.

"Yep" she didn't even breath she'd. That was barely anything. "I could go on for miles" she said before glancing at her car. "My poor car. She's all alone!" She giggled and skipped to her white car. "Good. The picture is still in there. Don't forget to draw me!" She said as she speed walked back over to him.

"That's impressive. I'm a sprinter, not a stamina person. I can run really crazily fast for like a quarter mile before I die." Zephyr snorted, watching her carefully before she came back. "I can't forget. That's, like, the 56th time you've reminded me." He laughed a little. "I'll see you tomorrow. With the drawing."

"Wait. You're leaving? " she looked at Zephyr and tilted her head. "With the drawing" she said, stepping back and pointing her finger at him. "Do. NOT. Forget" she grinned before stepping away again. "Bye" she gave a soft wave then mentally shot herself as she walked. Why was she so sad that he was leaving. He had a life outside of her and school. She grabbed her hair and pulled on it slightly out of her own personal confusion.

"I apologize for the inconvenience." He paused. "That sounded like a 81 year old professors last words. Okay. Redo. I'm sorry! I don't WANT to go but I have to be home- I have a lot of stuff to do. I'll see you tomorrow, and I PROMISE I will get the drawing done." He smiled a little before getting in the truck and driving off. Once home he did the things he needed to do, and it was 9:34 pm before he started on the sketch.

Sophia laughed as she made her way to the car, getting in and driving home. She was a little more at ease now, but she still felt stupid for being so clingy. She literally met the guy two weeks ago! She talked with Ryan for a little. He had a week off of college and was excited that he was graduating this year. Sophia finally dragged herself up the stairs at 10 to start her routine and lay in bed. Suddenly she got a sketch pad and a pencil and started drawing. A bunch of tiny people came onto the page. First it was two strangers, each walking a different was, but the taller boy was looking over his shoulder at the girl walking past him. The next was the two standing and talking, a bat and glove on the ground behind the girl. Next was a girl in a beautiful dress and a guy in a tux dancing with her. After that the two were sitting on the slide together. After Sophia drew the people, she colored them. Then she started a greyscale sketch on the other Hal for the paper. The first kiss. Proposed to. Married. First child. Second one. Sophia stopped and stared at the happy family on the bottom corner. She pushed it away and took a few scared breaths. Was this how she planned her life? Was Zephyr the mystery guy in each of the pictures? She laid back down two hours after she started and only managed to go to sleep a sad three hours after she laid down.

If that works (please work) that's a drawing I just made of Sophia from my imagination lol. Sorry it kinda sucks. Zephyr's will look like that but better haha)

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Zephyr started, again, by sketching her soft jawline. Then her cheekbones. Her beautiful brown hair, flowing down off the page. Her perfect nose. Weird but true. Her dainty lips. Lastly sketching the layout for her eyes. Her eyes were the most captivating things about her. He could stare at them for hours and never get bored. He wanted this sketch to convey that depth. After the base was done he sketched more, putting shadows and curves in, color, everything, and by the time he looked up it was 5 am. After getting 30 minutes of sleep he dragged himself out of bed, being extremely careful with the sketch since it took him flipping 6 and a half HOURS to make, and driving to school. He tried to stay awake while driving. His clothes were a little shabby from lack of live braincells, and his hair was yet again unbrushed, but he was just thankful he hadn't gotten in an accident. He groggily carried his bags into the school, heading to his locker and just leaning against it, doing nothing.

(That looks so good! I could never do that! Wow!)

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Sophia woke up during the night because of a noise. She glanced at the clock in the dim light. 3:30. She had only gotten 30 minutes of sleep. She heard a creak. She knew that sound. Someone was on the balcony. She ducked under the covers as she could hear her doorknob jiggling. Hee heart was racing. She heard a soft curse, the voice becoming recognizable. Blake was back again. Sophia's eyes squeezed closed as she creaking went away then came back as the figure made his way back to his room. She cried herself to sleep again after a few hours of terrified darting of eyes and fast breathing. Every little noise scared her now. She didn't get more than an hour long of sleep before she got out of bed. She stared at herself in her reflection. "I look horrible..." she muttered before changing and getting Ryan to drive her to school. She had a game the next day so she HAD to get a restful sleep tonight or she would be over with. She made her way to her locker, catching some odd glances as she walked. She ducked her head and swapped out some books before going over to Zephyr. She practically ran into the locker with a thud. "Morning. I have something to tell you at lunch. It's bad. " she gulped