𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧. a true story

⁀➷ 2- ART CLASS

-𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲-

I started towards my locker, walking out of 4th period English. But someone was already there.

"Hey, Asher."

"Took ya long enough," Asher said, grinning.

Asher Jackson and I have been friends since 5th grade. He's super funny and really talented when it comes to drawing. More specifically, drawing cartoons and comics.

We started walking to our next class, which was art. It's the only class that Asher and I have together, and we always walk there together. I absolutely despise art class.

We walked inside the art room. Unfortunately, we had assigned seats, so Asher and I sat at separate tables.

"This unit, we will be working on a different type of art- comical," Mr. Davis announced.

I looked over at Asher and he met my eyes, and I could see that his were filled with excitement.

Mine however, were probably filled with dread. I was terrible at art. TERRIBLE.

Mr. Davis started passing out blank comic strips and said, "You will have the rest of class time to fill in these comic strips with drawings of your own. I will collect these for a grade tomorrow."

10 minutes passed, and I was still tapping my chin with my pencil, unsure what to draw.

I looked over at Asher again, and he seemed just about done. He looked up and met my eyes.

"You okay?" he mouthed.

"No," I mouthed back. "I can't think of anything."

"I can help you with it when Mr. Davis lets us talk." He was really strict about making us work for 15 minutes before letting us socialize.

"Really? Thank-"

"Sky! Jackson! No talking." Mr. Davis barked.

I looked back down at my paper in embarrassment.

Why does he always have to use our last names?

We looked down for a while, but Asher met my eyes again as they started to wander.

"Sorry," he mouthed.

I was about to reply that it was fine, but I was interrupted by Mr. Davis.

"What did I just say? Both of you, come up here to get your detention slips."

Asher and I both turned red. I took my time, trying to stall as much as possible.

Asher went up to Mr. Davis's desk first. I knew that he was used to getting detention, but I'd never seen his face so red.

"M-Mr. Davis, Melody wasn't t-talking," he stuttered. "I-I was just apologizing for getting her in t-trouble."

Mr. Davis looked at me and back at Asher. "Is this so?"

He nodded.

"Very well then. Sky, you're good."

Wait, what? Did Asher just get me out of detention?

I let out a breath that I didn't realize I'd been holding.

Lexi, who was in this class as well, gave me a quizzical look.

The rest of class passed in silence with a bit of snickering from our classmates.

As soon as the bell rang, I started shoving everything into my backpack, ready to run out the door and lock myself in the bathroom, but Mr. Davis called my name.

"Miss Sky. A word?"

I went over to his desk as the class filed out.

"Yes, Mr. Davis?"

He looked at me over his glasses with piercing eyes.

"I'm going to get straight to the point if you don't mind."

I nodded.

"Do you have... certain feelings for Mr. Jackson?"

( apparently he wanted to know in case he needed to separate us in our seating arrangements 🤦)

I was surprised by the question. "O-of course not, Asher's my friend."

"Alright then. You're free to go now." Mr. Davis said, motioning towards the door.

I picked up my backpack and all but ran out.

Phew. That was uncomfortable.

Next period was lunch, so I grabbed my lunchbox and headed over to me and my friends' and my usual table.

"Mel! What took you so long?" Tessa asked as I sat down next to her.

"Oh..." I groaned and pushed my lunchbox away, burying my face in my arms.

"Melody?"

My eyes widened as I lifted my head up and turned around to see Asher standing behind me, his cheeks still red.

"Mel, I'm sorry-"

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry," I interrupted. "And I really am. I-"

But I was interrupted by a teacher that told at Asher to sit down instead of standing there in the middle of the cafeteria.

He blushed and quickly walked away, and I turned to my friends again, their faces frozen in surprise.

"Spill," Callie demanded.

So I told them everything that had happened in art class, including my talk with Mr. Davis.

After I finished, they kept staring at me.

"You know, I always had a feeling that Asher liked you," Lexi quipped, breaking the silence.

"Me too," Harper agreed.

"Well, I actually know someone else who likes you," Tess mumbled.

My eyes almost popped out of my head. "What? Who?"

"Never mind. So, Harper, what's up with you and Thomas?" she asked, changing the subject.

Harper sighed. "Don't get me started. Apparently, he likes me, and everyone else thinks I like him because I let him borrow my pen. What is up with that?"

And that was how the rest of lunch went on.

not gonna lie, i never liked mr david. more updates soon!

-Emmie