Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 8

In first period, I listen to mindless chatter from students before our teacher, Miss Podine, shows up to class.

A few minutes later she scurried into the classroom. With her insanely tight bun, and oval classes that seem to balance on the bridge of her nose.
"CLASS! Listen up! For Art class today. We will be making, umm, ah yes! We will be making a portrait o your partner, and express them in your own way." She waved us off, and started to look on her phone.

I turned to look at Jackson, "So, your gonna have a very fun model, for your assignment." He tells me, posing in the 'I'm thinking' pose.

"Mmhmm. Don't think you won't have equally as much fun." I tell him and pull out my sketch pad. I've already got my plan. I watch as he does the same, and begins to sketch, looking up at me every few seconds.
I smile, and begin to work.

First, I draw his strong jaw line, and then his cheeks and the nose.
I do ever so delicate flicks of my pencil, to make his tousled hair, look ever so life like. Then I work on his eyes.

I draw their oval shape, and the little crease right underneath his bottom eye lid. And then in the color, I grab a green marker, and write tiny words over and over. 'Bad-Boy' over and over until I fill in the circle.

I add his dimples, and his 5-O'Clock shadow. And shade in his hood.

I lean back and admire my work, the entire picture is black and white, except his eyes, which are a bright green and say Bad-Boy. And it looks just like him.

I check the time, I've got about fifteen minutes, and I look over to see what Jackson is doing. He's deep into his work, surrounded by different colored pencils, and a crease in between his eyes, thinking.
I continue to watch his movements, so precise and certain, as I quickly sign my sketch, I put in on the table, face down, in atemp not to disturb him. But he notices, he abruptly stops and smirks, "Princess, arnt you going to show me?"

I blush, "Not a chance in hell."

"Are you sure?" He creeps up near the painting but I snatch it away. He raises his eyebrows, "Protective are we?"

"What is this?!?" Miss Podine asks. Ripping the painting from my grasp to examine it. She slowly turns it around to look at it, she loos it over carefully and then gasps. "This is beautiful! Amy! This is true talent!" She hands it back over, smiling.

I smile back as she walks away. Jackson looks at me, "Now you have to show me Princess." I Han the picture over in defeat. He turns around, grinning, because he just won.
He looks over the painting and grins even larger. "Babe, this is amazing. Because I am definitely a Bad Boy."

I blush, and swipe the picture of me away from his, only to have it stolen back before I could take it. He wags a finger at me, "Not until I'm done." He sits back down and gets to work. I grunt, clearly I lost.

I sit back down, mumbling a string of curse words, making Jackson laugh. "Denivior! I'm gonna rip your tongue out!" I screech.

"Then what would you kiss me with?" He pouts.

I scoffed, "we never kissed."

"OKAY, maybe not..." He never looks up from drawing.

I roll my eyes, and lean back in the chair, watching him. He was so deep in concentration, drawing me. I think he's almost done. He better be, cause there's only a couple more minutes left in the period and I want to see it!

Beep!
The alarm goes off and I sigh, "Jackson! I wanted to see that!!!"

He shrugged with a sly grin, "That's too bad. You can see something else if you like."

I scoffed. "Your so damn cocky."

"You wouldn't want me any other way."

Maybe not...