MOOD

MOOD

He freezes. His eyes flicker between me and the drawing of me on the canvas. His tongue darts out and wets his lips.

“I assumed this is how you looked underneath the mask.”

My heart rate slowed. And it is my turn to wet my lips a little bit.

“You assumed?”

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he spoke;

“Yeah. I imagined. With your proportions, it is easy to make a guess on how you would look.”

“You should not have. I wear the mask for a reason. And if my identity is not protected there is no reason for the mask, now is there?”

I storm out of the room before he says anything else, I am scared that he would realise that the girl whom had been drawing semi nude was the same girl in his class and everything I have worked hard on to this point would be moot.

I'm out of there so fast, I throw my clothes on top of the thong I was wearing earlier, and i rip off the mask in my car. I drive out of there so fast and head straight for the beach, Jessica