one for one || Hunter Sylvester

Part 3

It was the next morning. (Y/N) sighed as she remembered how fast days were passing.

She stood up and walked to her closet, grabbing another pair of baggy pants and shirt. This time a Megadeth shirt. She put on a black pair of chucks, picked up her bag and walked downstairs.

"Dad? You up?", she asked loudly as she passed his room. No answer. She sighed and walked to the kitchen to eat something before going to school. "Holy fuck- You scared the shit out of me, oh my god." Troy was standing in the kitchen while he was on his phone.

"But I didn't do anything..."

(Y/N) ignored what he had said and grabbed a bowl, milk, cereal and a spoon. She didn't feel that hungry so she didn't put that much cereal in her bowl. She poured in the milk and then placed it back in the fridge before she started devouring that cereal.

"Damn, is it that good?", Troy asked as he was laughing.

(Y/N) glared at him as she ate. She finished a few minutes later and out the bowl in the sink.

"Let's leave", she said.

"You don't have to leave in like half an hour. But if you say so."

Troy and (Y/N) left the house and walked to his car. As he had said the day before, he'd drive her today.

"I'll pick you up afterwards", Troy mumbled before he drove off leaving his daughter alone in this new huge school. (Y/N) sighed as she walked inside and looked for the office to get her schedule or timetable. Whatever you'd say.

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"Yeah, (Y/N) Nix. I'm new", she told the secretary.

"Okay, well, here's your timetable. You can ask someone in your first class to show you around, if you want to", the secretary smiled. (Y/N) just nodded and walked out as she looked at the schedule.

(Y/N) already hated it but continued reading as she walked to art. It was 15 minutes until class started and she was still a few minutes away from the art room but she didn't care, she wanted to explore bit. She walked around the school for a little bit got interrupted but some blonde guy pushing her. He was obviously trying to make her fall over.

"Excuse me? Is touching random girls normal around here or why are you all over me", (Y/N) asked as she crossed her arms. The boy froze. He couldn't believe that she didn't fall. He wasn't weak. Not at all.

"I uh I'm sorry. I thought you were one of my friends."

(Y/N) looked behind him and saw a brunette guy and an Asian girl looking at us.

"Right... What's your name?"

"Uh I'm Skip."

"Skip? What kind of name is that", (Y/N) thought to herself. "(Y/N). Anyways, do you know where the art room are?"

"Right there. Depends what class you are", Skip answered sounding more confident now.

"Thanks. See you around?"

"Sure..."

(Y/N) turned around cringing at what she had just said and walked to the art rooms. Five minutes until class starts. She sat down on a random seat at the back of class and put her bag on the floor.

"Ahem..."

(Y/N) turned around to see the brunette guy from before.

"That's my seat."

(Y/N) ignored him and looked away.

"Hello? I said that's my seat", he said once again in a firm tone.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and sat down next to her.

"Hello, class. We have lots to do today. Please grab your paintings from last time and continue on. I want to do something else nex- Oh! Class! We have a new student!" Her teacher had lots of energy, she looked like a nice teacher though.

"Yes, (Y/N) Nix. Would you like to come to the front? Or are you not comfortable?"

"I'd rather pass, thank you", (Y/N) mumbled.

"Nix? Troy Nix?", she heard someone on the other side of the classroom ask, not too loud though.

"Alright, we'll we're at the end of a project and I don't think you'll finish it in one day so you can just scribble whatever you want. There's paper at my desk", she informed (Y/N) and sat down.

"Clay, see me after class, please. (Y/N), you too", she told them before disappearing into the crowd at the back of the classroom caused by everyone wanting to get their stuff. (Y/N) looked confused but walked to her desk and grabbed paper before walking back to the desk.

(Y/N) started scribbling random sketches with her only pencil. She drew model sketches a lot. She liked the concept of modeling a lot.

"That's really good", she heard Clay say.

"No."

"What do you mean no? That's so much better than mine", he scoffed.

"Well, yeah but it still sucks. Her head is too big. And her legs are too... too long..."

"Well at least help me with mine? I can't save this anymore."

"What is that supposed to be..."

"A self portrait..."

"Oh I'm good at that. Come here, I'll sketch a bit."

(Y/N) stood up with her chair and sat down in front of him to get a better view of his face. "Look to the right. My right."

"Tilt your head a bit."

"Hold that, I like that pose."

(Y/N)  then started sketching before a lot of poking with pencils and drew the shape of his head first, then the outline the eyes, nose and mouth should be. Then the ears and hair.

"Here, it's not perfect."

"Thanks", Clay grinned as he started drawing the eyes because (Y/N) only did the outline.

"Clay, you asked someone else to draw that for you, didn't you?", the teacher asked. She was suddenly behind them.

"No... miss..."

"Right..."

She walked off to her desk again as she wrote something in a book.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?", (Y/N) asked.

"I'm getting detention for making someone else draw again."

"Again? Damn dude."

Clay sighed as he watched (Y/N) scribble around on her paper design after design for the whole class. Suddenly the bell rang. Everyone packed up and cleaned their tables before leaving. (Y/N) grabbed the paper – or tried to – but got interrupted by her teacher grabbing it.

"I want to see how well you draw. Clay, show her around the school, will you? I'll tell your teachers you'll come late."

Clay nodded and looked at (Y/N) who zipped up her bag and stood up. They both left the classroom and Clay started showing her around. She found him kind of weird. He started talking about himself halfway through, not letting her say a word.

'Weird boy'