I set my bag by my chair and grab some paintbrushes. I fill a cup with water, tear a paper towel off the rack, I pull the apron over my head and carefully pour paint into the egg cartons we use as our palates.
I get my canvas from yesterday, when we drew what we would paint onto the canvas.
I sit down on my stool and begin to paint. I let my mind drift off.
I can't wait for prom. Niall and I have had it all planned out since February, after Valentine's Day. I am wearing a light blue floor length dress that flows out at the bottom, and has a jewelled torso. That part is white and has designs in it. Niall has a tux (he looks really hot in it) and a blue bow tie to match my dress. I haven't actually seen it, but he told me all about it. We are going out to eat at a restaurant called Stan's Place before with Charlotte, since she's single. Of course many people asked her, but none of them were worthy enough of her.
I hear the door open and turn around. It's Harry, late for class. Again. I roll my eyes and turn back to face my painting. It's pretty good so far. I've painted the pond, dotted with water lilies and flowers.
"I like your painting," A raspy voice says and I turn my head as Harry plops down next to me.
"Thanks," I go back to painting. He goes to get his stuff and I focus on making the petals on my flowers perfect. I lightly trace the light blue flowers with white.
"Ah, shoot," I say. The white blended in with the blue. I should've waited for it to dry before I did that.
I try to go over it again with blue but now it just looks like a blob.
"And it was going so well," Harry laughs when he returns. I glare at him.
"I don't see you painting," I tell him and he chuckles.
"True. But if I were you, I would let it dry completely then redo the flowers," he says and dips his brush in some red paint.
He's right. I probably should let it dry. I check the time on my phone. 9:55.
Good, the bell should be ringing soon. I put all my art supplies away and come back. I notice that his painting is almost complete.
"Woah, did you just do all that?" I ask him, stunned.
He looks at his painting, then back at me.
"Oh, no. I started this last class," he answers.
I study his painting. It's a beautiful sunset- so realistic I feel like I could reach out and touch it. I know how hard it is to paint sunsets, you have to get the colors just right and in the correct order.
"It's amazing," I breathe. Amazing is an understatement, but I can't think of any other word to describe it.
Harry turns around to look at me, his curly brown hair shaking.
"What was that?" He asks.
I clear my throat. "Nothing," I say.
There is no way I am telling him that his painting is better than mine.
He smiles and I see that he has dimples. I've never noticed that before. They're actually kind of cute.
The bell rings and I'm about to leave when a voice stops me.
"Hey, Abby?" I turn around.
"Yeah?"
"Um... Can you meet me by the vending machines at lunch?" Harry asks biting his lip.
I nod. "Sure," I tell him and walk out of class.
