Angelina jolie imagines

the figure ll

So many people wanted a part two, so I couldn't make you guys wait long :)

Warning: Smut 

"Remember class you must chose the techniques as a tool, but be open to ideas, okay. These sculptures are you change to try something new." It had been a few weeks since I had arrived on the island, and my crush on Angelina was consuming me. I tried to work on my sculpture, but then I see her walking slowly around the classroom, bending over pottery wheels and drafting tables and I get distracted. "Okay wet your hands everyone. At this stage slippery is best." That wasn't the only reason I felt like I was losing my grip. I kept thinking about the anonymous note someone had slipped under my door that first night. It said welcome back to square one. Likely harmless, but I have been sleeping with a chair propped underneath my doorhandle as a makeshift lock every night since.

"What are you daydreaming about. Your clay is going to dry out."

"I was taking a moment to check my angles"

"Hmm" she said not believing my obvious lie.

"I know what I'm doing, I'm fine" I said confidently under her dark stare.

"Oh, you know what you're doing, you don't need a teacher"

"I have a vision"

"Brilliant, let's see it" she grabbed the chair nearby and sat down in front of me. her eyes going down motioning for me to continue. "Hmm no, you are doing too much pinching. Use three fingers"

"Um- No I am better with two"

"With two you use too much pressure, you will flatten out the neurons."

"I am doing it exactly how you—" "Hmm okay" She sighed and stood up. "Foot on the paddle" She slightly muttered to herself. Suddenly she was behind me, reaching her arms around me to place her hands on top of mine. I was hyper aware of the pressure in her fingertips. Her chest pressing into my back. Her lips almost touching my ear. "Feel it, stop trying to be in control." We moved our hands around the clay. "There you go. Watch the clay, you see that?" I could only nod in response, unable to make any words. "It's subtle, no? once you feel it, you can find it again."

"Okay everyone, we've got to wrap up for today." She said standing up from behind me. I needed to get out of there fast before anyone tried to talk to me, I don't think I can form a sentence. My whole buzzed where she had been touching me.

"Ah shit" I was halfway down the hall when I realised, I had left my sketch book behind. The room had emptied out, but my sketchbook wasn't at my station where I had left it. I looked around wondering if someone had taken it. Angelina was sitting on a desk, near her drawing sculptures. My sketchbook was open in her lap.

"You don't even know how good you are." She said looking up.

"What?" I puffed out.

"You really don't." She stated, "Like other people they know, but you really have no idea." She said looking through the book

"I thought you hated my work"

"Are you serious?" She said looking me dead in the eye. Like I was some crazy person for even thinking that.

"I mean you never spent halve as much time critiquing anyone else."

"Well, no one else in this class has halve the potential you do." She held my eyes and stood up from the desk. I held my breath as she walked over to me.

"I have been really struggling to even like art anymore, actually" I rambled. She hummed in agreement. "So that means a lot coming from you."

"Oh" She was surprised at what I had said.