Christian's POV
My class began to form as more and more students walked in.
"Good morning Ms. Brown"
Mila Brown is an interesting young lady. She thinks outside of the box but follows the rules.
"Good morning, Christian" She smiled and walked to her seat.
I like the way my name rolls off her tongue. Enough staring I must start class.
"Good morning class, I have seen everyone's sketches and so far I'm impressed but some of you could've done a much better job. Now today we will learn about our tools and resources before we start our draft. Your first draft will be due today, it doesn't matter how long it'll take it needs to be turned in before midnight" I said
A student raises his hand, Carter I believe his name is.
"Carter, is there something you wish to say?" I asked "What if you did your draft at home and have it ready?" he asked
"Carter nine times out of ten I will ask you to begin your draft here in the studio and only in the studio, do you know why?" I placed my pen down on the table
"No, I don't sir" He becomes small, I sighed "who else has taken it upon themselves to do their draft at home?"
Three more students raised their hands
"Okay, So all four of you will need to scrap your draft and do it again, I specifically want you to do your draft here in the studio with the materials I provided for you," I said
"But I have materials at home" Carter argued
"Mr. Scott, the materials in the studio will always be limited or unlimited. As a designer, you must go through the experience of only having what is provided to you whether it's only just a few pieces of cloth. I will get to see where you are and where you struggle" I said
The four students looked at their drafts that sat on their table.
"Will you at least look at what I made?" Carter asked "Sure bring it up here"
Carter's theme for his piece was royal medieval clothing. He laid a blue silk dress in front of me. I picked up the clothing.
"What kind of stitching do you know?" I asked while looking at the hem of the piece of silk I hold.
"Cross stitch, Zigzag, and whip stitch," He said "what kind of stitching did they use during the Medieval times?" I asked
"I'm not so sure sir" His head hung low
"When did medieval times exist?" I questioned
"the sixteen hundreds..?"
"You sound unsure, no research is done. You were so quick to get your draft done you didn't even know that they used basic stitching and that silk wasn't even found yet during that time. I suggest you take your so-called medieval dress back to your seat and start over" I handed him back his draft.
He thinks this is a game, this shit is serious and it deserves to be taken seriously.
Carter Scott might not successfully earn a spot in my class.
"let's all do as told before deciding to do whatever we want"
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Mila's POV
Christian was really harsh with Carter, I understand he's strict but he basically called Carter's piece worthless.
I tapped Carter's shoulder "Carter are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he said curtly "ok damn I was just-"
The sound of a knock on the studio door stopped me from talking. Christian stood from his seat and answered the door revealing the guy from the tattoo place? Why is Donyae here?
"Donyae Simmons, never thought I'd see you here," Christian said.
He knows him?
"Dude stop playing around you told me to drop this shit off to you" He looked down at the box he was holding.
"Sit it in the back" Christian said, Donyae turned to face the classroom and his eyes fell on me.
"Mila Brown, I didn't know you had Christian's class" He walked over to me "You never asked what professors I had," I said
He snorted "ah you're right"
"You know Christian?" I questioned "Me and Mr. Chavez go way back, I'm talking since we were in our diapers," He said and I chuckled "childhood best friends"
"Mr. Simmons and Ms. Brown why don't you both lighten us with your conversation," Christian said.
"He's such a dick face" Donyae whispered to me.
"excuse me?" Christian raised an eyebrow "nothing, I'm gon leave now, Mila Brown I'll text you later, you better answer" Donyae said while walking away from my desk.
"That's if I want to," I said, He rolled his eyes then left.
"How do you know Donyae?" Christian asked.
I totally forgot he was standing here. He's so close that our breaths are mixing together.
He leaned over the table so that he was towering over me as I'm sitting in my chair, his silver chain dangled in my face. His grey eyes pierced into my soul. This white guy might be the death of me.
"He did my tattoo," I said, "Is that all he did?" He asked "that's confidential" I answered.
He leaned in closer until his lips brushed against my ear.
"Don't mess around with Donyae Simmons, you'll end up getting hurt" he whispered.
I snorted "I think I'll be ard but thanks for your concern, Christian"
I wasn't meaning to provoke my teacher but if he's trying to start some kind of game with me, I'm all in. We're both adults, we can handle it.
"Where's the tattoo?" he asked "pardon?" I raised an eyebrow "The tattoo, where is it located?"
I leaned into him this time and whispered "Somewhere safe, for now"
He looked at me as I leaned back into my chair, his eyes scanning over my face. My eyes then to my lips.
"Are you flirting with me, Ms. Brown?" he asked "I wouldn't be opposed to doing so but you're my teacher, Mr. Chavez"
He opened his mouth to say something but I shut him down.
"I suggest you attend to your class, they're all watching" I spun my chair around so I'm no more longer facing him but the front of the class.
He chuckled and stood up, leaving my table with a smirk on his face.
"Class dismissed, all of you must go home and do research on your theme. If you come back with trash work you will get cut from my class. All of you have a wonderful day. Ms. Brown stay back for a little bit I must speak with you" He placed his glasses on his face and sat on the edge of his desk.
As the classroom started to get empty Christian motioned for me to come to him. Doing as told, I placed my headphones on the table and walked up to him.
"Yes, Mr. Chavez?"
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A/n: there is no smut lol :)
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