I Want You

Chapter Ten (Part II)

I found myself running with a half finished painting through the art building. A few people snapped at me, a teacher yelled at me to stop running and I had to speed walk. I am in so much trouble.

The alarm didn't go off because my phone was off, I didn't have time to charge it and it's all because I spent all night trying to finish this painting, which isn't finished at all. What's worse, this teacher does not accept any sort of excuse unless it was a live or death situation.

"May I come in?" I let out a breath as I stood outside the open classroom.

Mr. Morrison looked at the clock placed high on the wall behind his desk and looked at me with a bored stare. "Come in. Another minute and you would've failed this class Miss Kavanaugh."

I hurried inside before he changed his mind.

"Why are you late?" Esther asked. She sat next to me on her stool, working on her painting. "He's giving us an hour to finish this. Every minute counts."

"I know." I quickly started setting everything up. "My phone was off and I didn't set another alarm."

"I'll help you set it up, go grab what you need." Esther put her brush down and came over; she cleaned her hands on the lapels of the gown she liked to wear while painting.

"You don't have to. It's going to set you back."

"Oh shush, I'm almost done. You would do the same for me. Now go get your things, stop wasting time fighting me on this." she pushed me off and I couldn't help but laugh.

We weren't exactly friends. Just classmates I guess. We helped each other out if we could, we talked non stop about our favorite artists and gave each other tips. I don't know why we've never hung out outside of school grounds; I mean, we've known each other for years.

Now that I think about it, I don't have any friends apart from Jenny. My life practically revolved around her. How sad is that?

I need to make more friends. Be a bit more social.

Life's better when you have someone to share things with.

I guess those are more things to add to my list of "things I should've done but didn't and should do now", I also need to shorten the name of said list.

"Thanks Esther." I smiled at her, placing my equipment on the table beside my stool.

"No problem." She shrugged, pushing a wild strand of purple hair behind her ear.

We all worked in silence for several minutes. Mr. Morrison walking around inspecting our work without making a single comment, just some sort of hum or grunt that were driving me insane.

With three minutes to spare I set my brush down and admired my final piece. It wasn't as good as the last one but it wasn't bad either. It seemed rushed, or maybe that's just me. Either way, it was finished and all I can do right now is wait.

"Leave all paintings as they are, just clean everything else. I'll grade them by myself and tomorrow morning you'll know your grade." Mr. Morrison announced. "And for the next project, it'll be with a partner. Both of you are to work at the same time on the canvas. Believe me, I'll know what stroke is whose, I know all of your techniques. By tomorrow I want to know who you'll be working with. You may go now."

As we walked out of the room, Esther stuck to my side. She didn't say anything until we were almost at the café near the art building.

"Do you want to work together? I think we'd make a good team."

"I'd like that." I smiled, walking after her inside the café. "When would you like to start?"

"How about tomorrow? We can show each other ideas and see what works best." Esther said and then turned to the man behind the counter. "Can I have a latte and-"