Poetic Devices of Despair By: Autumn Ivy Fields

A/N: Hiya there.I just got off the phone with my love, and I'm in the mood to write a really cheesy sappy depressing romance story! Here goes nothing!

"Come on, Jeff, look at the camera!" a girl with long blonde hair said as the teenaged boy beside her covered his face with his notebook.
"Leave me alone!" he sighed, pushing past her and continuing into the mass of students in front of him.
The girl sighed, pulling her camera down to hang around her neck, where it normally always was, watching him walk away. "Why are you so down, Jeffery Ellis?" she asked to no one at all, a sad glint in her eye. She gave him one more fleeting look, then turned around and began the walk to her next class.
Jeff let out a groan as he walked down the crowded pathway to the 700's buildings. It was always so dense with jocks and cheerleaders here. He stared straight ahead as a couple engaged in a furious make out session slammed into his right side. "Watch it!" he screamed, pushing them back. They merely ran into the wall behind them and continued their love fest. "Ugh!" he yelled, his anger multiplying. "Why is everyone in this goddamn school so inconsiderate?"
After braving more perils and facing more disgusting lovers, he finally made it into the 700 hallway and halfway down to his art class. He walked in, dropped all of his belongings on his desk, and then collapsed onto the chair behind it, staring at the ceiling. "Why should I bother anymore?" he asked the lines on the ceiling. "Why should I even care?"
'Because', said the 79 lines (He had counted them last week..he was bored!), 'There are people here that care for you. People who don't want to see you fall.'
Jeff stared at them, a bemused expression on his face. "Yeah, like who?"
The lines seemed to pause in thought. 'Like Melissa', they said.
Jeff sighed, as the image of the girl with the camera flowed through his mind. "Well..Melissa's different..."
"Excuse me," a female voice asked, scaring him out of his conversation. He flinched, knocking his notebook off of the desk and scattering the papers across the floor.
"Shit!" he whispered, falling to the ground to pick them up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the girl said, bending over right away to help him pick them up. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
"No, no, no, it's okay," Jeff muttered, not looking at her for a second. His eyes stayed on the strewn drawings on the tile. Drawings he hadn't wanted anyone to see. Drawings of what was in his heart, and in his head. Drawings that the world shouldn't know about.
Her hands came into his line of view, picking up one of the papers. They paused, as if she was looking at it. He grabbed it from her and quickly gathered the rest of them in a mess.
"I'm sorry," she squeaked, her voice tender and sweet.
He pushed them into a neat pile, shoved them into his folder, and stared down at the cover.
"It's alright," he said, not looking up. There was a silence.
"You have a creative drawing style," she finally said, determined to break the silence.
He finally rolled his eyes, and turned to look at her, expecting at the very least, some idiotic blonde that was only taking this class because it was easy. He was quite surprised at what he saw.
The girl, who had quite an apologetic expression on her face, was the furthest away from an idiotic blonde that he could imagine. She had long raven hair that swept down around her shoulders and arms in a mess, deep green eyes that looked much older than she, a slender build, and was wearing black pants and a forest green corset with black velvet rose print that matched her eyes.
Jeff stared for a second, unaware that his jaw was hanging down. When he realized this, he snapped it shut, shook his head, and said, "You weren't supposed to see those..no one was."
The girl made a remorseful face and bit her lip. "I didn't mean to..I'm sorry."
Jeff smiled. There was something about this girl that made him feel like it was okay that she had seen them. "It's alright, I suppose."
"They're very good, if it's any consolation." She smiled as well. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She motioned to the seat next to him.
Jeff shook his head. "Go ahead. Anyone's a step up from the girl that normally sits there."
The girl smiled, and deposited her book bag onto the desk, sliding into the seat. She turned towards him. "I'm Serena, by the way."
"I'm Jeff," Jeff said. "Are you new or something?"
Serena nodded. "I just moved here from San Francisco. It's my first day here." She took out her folder and drawing pad from her book bag, as well as a pencil, and put the rest of it onto the floor beneath the desk.
Jeff watched her.
'Ooh', said the lines on the ceiling in a flirtatious voice.
"Shut up," he whispered, smiling.