CHAPTER 2: loser!chris can't seem to get over his obsession with magical!mallory, and hunts for information on the strange night.
WARNINGS: not proofread, cursing, also please keep in mind that everything school-related described in this is completely made up and is meant to be unrealistic. i’m well aware that most high schools aren’t like this.)
Loser!Chris and Magical!Mallory masterlist
Ever since that night of Chris' accident, he’s felt a weird connection with the blue haired girl. He’s seen her everywhere, and he can’t look away. He doesn’t remember much from that night, just bits and pieces of things. He remembers seeing the girl, falling onto the ground, the white light emitting from her hand, and the sight of a lightning bolt that strangely didn’t come from the sky.
He hasn’t found an explanation yet, on how and why that happened. He's researched as much as he could, but only found a few articles on the topic. An article titled,“ Cave in Blackwood found to have possible superstitious elements”, made him go on a deep dive through the girl’s insta account. Creepy? Yes. But is it for a good reason? Yes. He found a post from a year ago, stating she was at a party located next to the cave stated in the article. A week later, she dyed her hair blue and a small lightning bolt tattoo “randomly” appeared behind her ear, which was in the same place and shaped like the one he saw that night. It doesn’t add up.
His last option was to straight up ask her. The hard part is, she’s always around her friends, and the only time she isn’t is after school in the art room which can only be accessed by members of the club.
The way clubs worked in the school was that you could try one out for a week, and then you could decide if you liked it or not, like a free trial. It would also land you access to the art room, which is exactly what he needed. That afternoon, he walked up to the art teacher, Mrs. Madison, and signed up for the free trial.
Now here he is, on his way to the art room for the first time. Chris likes to say that he doesn’t “make art”, but he does, at least if you count graffiti with spray paint. Other times, he doodles on his converse or his notebook, sometimes on the walls of his room. He doesn’t put much effort into his drawings most of the time, but when he does, they turn out to be pretty impressive.
During his free period, he watches her as she walks away from her friends and towards the art room. He follows her, catching the door right before it closes. She walks to her seat and sits down, pulling out a notebook and a pencil case full of.. only pens? There was no pencil in sight, and the case was filled to the brim with different color pens. He thought it was weird, yes, but after his incident, he’s seen weirder things.
He looks around and only sees a few other kids, each of them spread out around the room in their own little creative spaces. He was about to walk to a seat, when he’s stopped by a bubbly voice calling out his name, which belonged to the art teacher.
Mrs. Madison steps in front of him, looking unusually enthusiastic for it to be the middle of the day. She clasps her hands together before quickly explaining everything.
“Well hello, Chris! I’m so glad you could join us! You can pick wherever in the room to sit, as long as you clean up the space before you leave.”
He nods, about to say something before he’s interrupted.
“Today, everyone is working on personal projects, so if you have anything you’re currently working on, feel free to attend to that. If you have any questions or would like an assignment to work on, I'll be at my desk.” She smiles and walks away.
He stands in the same spot for a few seconds, trying to process all of the information he was forced to take in. He finally starts to move over to the empty chair next to the girl, softly tapping her shoulder.
She turns and takes her earbud out, internally panicking at the sight of him.
“Can I sit here?” he asks, getting a silent nod in response. He sits in the stool next to her and rests his backpack in his lap, taking out a notebook and a mechanical pencil. He starts to sketch out a somewhat realistic spider, his wrist flicking with every stroke of the pencil.
The girl was also sketching, just something a little more.. advanced? It was a draft of her “personal project”, a pen drawn sketch of a seemingly distraught young woman with thin, almost shattered wings. Every stroke of hair, every crack on the wings, every detail was in pen.
As the two get lost in their own thoughts, their arms accidentally touch, making both of them jolt and look up at each other. Chris clears his throat and pulls his arm away, looking down at the girl’s paper instead.
“Holy shit, you drew that by hand?” He asks, looking googly eyed. She nods, and he notices the corners of her lips turn up into a slight smile, even though it’s clear she tried to hide it.
“You’re really talented… I don’t know how you do it..”
“Do what?” she asks.
“Focus on one thing for so long. I always get bored or frustrated and give up.” he mutters with a mix of jealousy and admiration.
“Well, I usually draw while my friends are in the room, they somewhat calm me down a lot of the time when I get frustrated.. They help, but they don’t fully… understand my way of… thinking I guess. Like, I don't have a friend that can help me whenever I’m stuck on what details to add.. You know?” the girl rambles on, letting her pen make gentle and light strokes on the paper in front of her.
“Sorry, am I rambling?..” she mutters nervously, looking away and rubbing the back of her neck. Her hair shifts to the side slightly, revealing a glimpse of the lightning bolt mark under her ear.
“No no, it’s okay. Hey… you uh.. got a tattoo? Behind your ear?” He points, trying to act as if he doesn’t know the truth behind it.
“Oh uh.. This? It’s just an old… stick and poke. From when I was younger.” She manages to spew out a lie, but it sounded incredibly stupid.
Chris chuckles and grins, “Right.. Right.. Well.. it looks good.. I like it..”
She smiles.. “Thanks..” She fidgets with her fingers and looks up at him, noticing the small details in his face that she didn’t notice before. The small gold specks mixed in with his sea blue eyes, the light freckles dusted across his cheeks, the scar on his chin.. He was sculpted so perfectly that she couldn’t bring herself to look away— well, at least until he started talking again.
“Mallory, is it?” he asks.
She nods, “How did you know?”
His eyes shift down to her bracelet, with her name in big blue beads on her wrist. She smiles and shakes her head.
“The kid I babysit for made it… She’s the sweetest..” she says with a laugh, fingers toying with the beads. He smiles, and goes back to sketching his spider, only getting a few lines in before he’s interrupted.
“Well it’s unfair that you know my name and I don't get to know yours, don’t you think?” she teases with a grin, waiting for an answer.
“Christopher. But I go by Chris. Y’ happy now?” He lightly nudges her shoulder, receiving a cheeky smile in response.
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✉️: does anyone have any ideas on how chris is gonna confront mallory about the incident?? the only chapter i don’t have prewritten is that one, and i’m supposed to post it next week 😬