Trying to Live With the Dead (The Veil Diaries #1)

by B.L. Brunnemer

I bit back a smile. “I can help you get better,” I offered, now dying to see his drawing. Asher chuckled. “There’s no getting better for me, Lexie; I can’t draw,” he admitted, his tone light. “Then why are you taking art if you don’t want to get better at it?” I was curious now. “It was the only elective class that had room in seventh period.” He shrugged looking back down at his cell phone. I kept eyeing the back of his drawing. I’d go back to my drawing, but soon I was looking at the back of his again. I did this several times. I saw him grin down at his phone out of the corner of my eye. “It’s just driving you crazy, isn’t it?” “Yeah, a little bit,” I said honestly. He lifted his head and smiled down at me. He reached out and flipped the paper over. It was awful. The bowl was lopsided, the fruit out of proportion. On the edge of the bowl was a stick figure leaping to his death, then another one falling onto a big splat on the tabletop. I had to bite my bottom lip hard to stop myself from giggling. When I had control of myself, I pointed at the stick figures. “I like the little guy.”