Cholo Clown Drawing Novels & Stories

His eyebrows rose. "What's this?" "Nothing. Give it back." She reached for it. He held it higher. "These are drawings of me." Her face burned. "I was sixteen. It's creepy. I know." He studied the pages. Pencil sketches from different angles. Him at Chloe's eighteenth birthday party. Laughing. Talking. Unaware he was being watched. "This one." He pointed to a sketch of him by the pool. "I remember this night. I came home for Christmas break. You were there. Quiet. In the corner."