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She was sitting right in front of Noel Smith.
And Shana, beautiful Shana, could not hold herself back from smiling the entire time. She could only hope that Noel would not think of her as some kind of creep who randomly stole a glance or two at him while having this wide smile on her face. God blessed Grace for literally forcing both her and Noel to pair up, using the excuse of their odd-numbered friends group, which caused one of them to be paired up with someone outside the group.
Little did Shana know that she was not the only one who kept stealing glances at her partner. Noel did the same thing. This did not go unnoticed by the four friends, especially Orlando, Grace, and Aanya, who were blatantly looking back and forth between Shana and Noel, while Rio was minding his own business, craving for lunch time even though he was still in his first class of the day.
They were assigned by their teacher to draw something they found interesting — something with which beauty they wanted to show off, could it be flowers, landscape, animals, or people.
People.
And the first figure that came to Noel's mind was the person sitting in front of him, only separated by their sketchbooks. He was thinking about how much he wanted to draw her. Not to be creepy or something, but his job as the school's unofficial photographer was giving him the duty to take pictures of literally every student, teacher, and staff to be put on the yearbook and the bulletin board, and he took this as an advantage for him to steal a shot or two — or maybe more than he would like to admit — of none other than Shana.
Shana in one of her yearly drama club's performances, both the rehearsal and the main show; Shana next to her locker; Shana on one of the bleachers, whether to support her friends or to enjoy her alone time memorizing her script; Shana on her usual table at the cafeteria; Shana this and Shana that. Shana was literally all he could think about at the moment—or ever— and she did not even notice the dazed look he had on his face while taking his sweet time engraving her beauty inside his brain.
People.
And the first figure she could imagine herself drawing in the black and white and grey of pencil strokes was the person sitting in front of her, only connected by vague stolen glances. She was thinking about how much her drawing skill would not give the justice his beauty deserved, still, she wanted to show him off. She wanted to show her feelings off. The thing was, how would she do it? The only time she could probably take a good look at his face to draw was at that art class when they were assigned to do it, but there was no way she would be able to get away with staring at his face to be drawn in her book, without him taking notice at it or people to see it and decided to make a scene.
