"Psst, Mila" Carter whispered to me
I happened to learn that the boy in front of me is Carter, we met each other 20 minutes ago and have already become friends
"Hm?" I hummed in response due to my attention being stuck on my sketches
"How do you turn on the sewing machine?" he asked "I'm not sure I haven't used mine yet, ask Mr. Chavez" I suggested
"I can't, look at the board," he said, I finally took my eyes off my sketches and read the board
Ask someone else before you ask me if they don't know use the internet. I'll be back at 12:40 use this time wisely
I looked down at my watch and noticed it was 9:45
"how long does he intend for us to be here?" I questioned "Till were done with our first draft" Carter chewed on the cap of his pen, I sighed and stood from my seat
Walking towards his table, I plugged the sewing machine in and looked for an on button
"are there no instructions in the box?" I asked "I'm very observant Mila, I would've noticed a manual in the bo-"
"I guess you're not as observant as you thought" I placed the manual in front of him and easily switched on the sewing machine
"haha thanks" he smiled and awkwardly scratched his head "are you done with your sketches already?" I sat back down on my chair
"No, I just wanted to test out my tools before I start my draft" He answered "that's smart," I said and placed my headphones over my ears
The theme abstract isn't necessarily hard but multiple people have made clothing that resembles Van Gough's work, I've done loads of research, and almost every piece I've seen looks the same. I don't want similarities for my first assignment.
Not noticing that someone was calling me until my headphones were ripped off my head
"What the-"
"Ms. Brown I've called your name twice, I'm impatient" Mr. Chavez stood above me "Oh I'm sorry Mr. Chavez I was so in tuned with my sketching I didn't hear you come in" I stood to properly greet him
"It's alright, I understand. I'm just doing check-ins and so far your work looks good, I gave you a hard topic on purpose" He said and my eyes widen
"May I ask why?" I questioned "It's your first assignment, first time designers must go through a challenge before even stepping a foot into this line of work, you have potential but I suggest you do more research" He grabbed my computer from the desk
"You're so busy trying not to create the same piece as someone else that you forgot the whole theme. Your sketching is plain there's no abstract, no uniqueness. As your teacher and business partner, I suggest you start over" He placed my computer back on the desk and walked off to the next student
I sighed and sat back down with my headphones placed around my neck
12:46 was the time and my draft still wasn't done. How was I supposed to finish this in time?
My phone vibrated in my back pocket indicating I had a notification. Quietly taking it out I read the message from Kori
Kori: Tattoos at 5?
Me: I don't know Mr. Chavez is being a bit of a hassle
Kori: Already???? jeez girly, when do you think you'll be done?
Me: He said I couldn't leave until my first draft is done :(
Kori: homegirl he doesn't actually mean that, if he approves of your sketches you can go. he did approve right?
Me: nope he told me to do it again...
Kori: work work work girl he's never in the studio after 3:30!!!
I locked my phone and grabbed my computer, typing in Van Gough when suddenly I had an idea
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"Mr. Chavez, could you check my sketch for me?" I asked, he took his glasses off and grabbed the paper
"What is this?" He raised an eyebrow "My sketch" I said "You know what I mean" He handed me the sketch back
"You told me that my theme was abstract and that I should think of Van Gough, you never specifically said to use Van Gough's art so I used a different abstract artist" I explained
"So you went with Wassily Kandinsky?" He questioned, "you know your art?" I smiled
He chuckled "Alright Miss Brown, you may leave"
"Thank you, Mr. Chavez," I said "Christian, you may call me Christian" He stuck his hand out and I graciously accepted
"I look forward to working with you Ms. Brown" He shook my hand "Likewise" I gave a slight grin
I went back to my seat to gather my things
"You're good," Carter said "pardon?" I asked "This is the fastest he's ever let a student call him by his name," he said
"How do you know so much about him?" I asked "Christian Elliot Chavez is the most famous, wealthiest man at this academy. He's 24, didn't graduate college but he started his own fashion studio at the ripe age of 14, he's amazing" Carter sighed as if talking about him made his whole life complete
I snorted "Someone has a crush" I placed my laptop in my book bag "he's the reason why I'm at this school" He confessed
"wow that's some real love right there, I'll see you tomorrow," I said and headed out the door
"Have a good afternoon Ms. Brown" Mr. Chavez said "you too Mr. Cha- I mean Christian" I said
He chuckled and turned back to his computer
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"you made it! hurry get changed so we can go!!" Kori pushed me into my room the moment I stepped into the dorm
"what's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked "you look like a stressed out student, you gotta look good when getting this tattoo so go put on something that's gonna make your melanin pop," she said
"uh ok"
Not knowing what to wear, I threw on some low rise jeans, a cropped graphic tee, and some black flip flop wedges
Letting my butterfly locs fall from the ponytail I had in all day, I looked decent. Refreshing my deodorant, perfume, and placing some light lip gloss that I got from target. After finishing I slung my black Marc Jacobs tote bag over my shoulder and headed out the door
"I'm ready," I said "fabulous girl! let's goooo!" she said and grabbed her car keys
"did you ever find out what tattoo you wanted?" she asked starting the engine of the car
"Medusa, right on my abdomen," I said, her eyes widened and she put on her seat belt
"What?" I questioned "you want to get something big for your first tattoo?" she asked "yeah, I barely feel pain girl so I'll be okay," I said
She nervously laughed "You better cause ain't no backing out"
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A/n: damn dude
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Short Story"you're sick in the head, you know that" I shouted "Sick or not you're out pack your shit and go" He pointed to the door of the work shop. - Mila Brown never expected her first year of college to go downhill, all because she got tangled up with the...
