┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ Chapter 1: the art room

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CW: swearing 🙀🙀🙀

I forgot his name.

Venus POV:

'I gotta return this to the art room' After the final bell rung, I rushed straight to the elevator. Shoving everyone aside, holding 3 art books, 2 documents and a pencil in my left arm and my book-bag on my right. Once I got in the elevator, I fixed my round framed glasses and I held my items tightly. The art room I'm supposed to go to is class 509, I'm praying the elevator goes on the fifth floor so I don't have to wait for another 17 minutes. I took a deep exhale when the elevator stopped, I rushed over towards the buttons and.. it revealed to be the 10th floor, disappointed. I immediately got clamored by a bunch of students and I lost my sight of the buttons.

I was in a tight space, I'm not claustrophobic but I'd definitely be in this situation. Clenching my books and overhearing the constant clamoring, I really wish I was deaf sometimes. Again, waited till the elevator stopped and rushed over to the buttons, the fifth floor, finally. I sighed and ran straight out of the elevator to class 509, arriving at the door. I stopped my tracks and prepped myself up before clicking the door handle, the aroma of dried paint awaits me. I glanced around to see a few paintings, some were portraits and some were places. The warm feeling from the open curtains, beams of orange sun light hits the floor. I assumed the art professor wasn't here so I was going to place the books at a counter. 

I was going near a counter by a window, I brushed some brushes and papers away so I can place the books. I suddenly smelt smoke, accidentally inhaling it, I coughed. I turned my heads both sides to see a tall figure sitting on top of a counter, I quietly shuffled to have a close look, He was a tall guy, his hair was fluffed an parted towards the left, his skin contrasted perfectly with the evening lighting, a real life painting. His fingers fondled with a burned out cigarette, exhaling a trail of smoke, I tried my best not to inhale it again but I did. 

I accidentally revealed myself by coughing, he jerked and looked at me. Dropping the cigarette and it fell on by the window, stared in silence for a few minutes, I was the first to ask, "Who are you?" He cleared his throat "Who are YOU?" I could tell he was Polish by his accent, feeling already annoyed by him, I responded "I'm just returning art books, now why the hell are you smoking in here? This school clearly has a no smoking zone, now drop the cigarette out the window before I choke on any more smoke because of you." I said, politely. "Tch, whatever. I was going to leave anyways." He got up from the counter and treaded towards the door, I rolled my eyes and dropped the books.

I can admit, I am rude, yes everyone is not rude to me. But if people keep asking me and requesting me for shit and not respect both my boundaries and schedule, I will fucking lose it. I chose not to, I still want people to rely on me even though I am a prick. 

Walking back into the elevator, pushing everyone aside so I can make some space for myself. My dormitory is on the seventh floor, where most dormitories are. Since I do not have a roommate, I was able to have more room and was very excited to get back. Again, once the elevator stopped, I walked towards the buttons and it was on the seventh floor, so I decided to walk to my dorm and rest for all day long. I was about to grab my phone from my pocket but then-, I left it at the art room, I sighed defeatedly and stomped back to the elevator where I have to shove myself back in a pit of people I don't even know nor do I like. Trying to shuffle my way to the buttons and it was going to the..fifth floor! I quietly cheered and waited til the crowd fiasco was over.

Immediately, once the elevator stopped I sprinted out of there and went straight to the art room. Kicked the door open and search for my phone, I walked towards the counter where I set the art books and documents, I assumed it would be there but it wasn't. I panicked then I heard a low "lost this?" I turned around to the same dude with the cigarette earlier, he held my phone between his slim fingers and a cigarette in his other hand. I was about to snatch my phone but he held it up higher, "If you want to get this back," he leaned lower towards me, I stepped back "You're gonna have to introduce yourself properly." 

"Says who?" Eyeing my phone in the air, "says the proper way to start a normal conversation?" I exhaled angrily and crossed my arms, "Venus Josiah." He lowered his arm down, "Sean Rosaine." I was going towards my phone but he pulled away "Why don't we introduce ourselves now, Venus." Sean ordered, I was already getting pissed off. "No need, I already know that you're an annoying jackass." "Annoying? I barely speak to anyone." I hissed "Neither do I." He gripped my phone, "I was just trying to have a nice conversation-" I interrupted, getting annoyed by him "And I was just trying to avoid you, now give me back my god damn phone you idiot!" 

"First I'm a annoying jackass and now I'm an idiot, why don't you come up with something more creative and I'll consider giving this back" he waved my phone in front of my face, "I'll come up with something creative all right." He smirked, "well, speak." "Asking me to speak and I'll ask for a fucking lawsuit before I shove my fist in your face." He planted my phone under my chin and lifted my head, "Feisty, now aren't you?" I wrapped my hand around my phone, "Oh please, I'm more than just a flirty trait."  "Wanna bet?" He let go of it and walked out towards to the door. 

'What a dick.'



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