Doing It My Way ✓

Chapter 19 - Fun In Art

I entered the classroom, keeping my bag down and collapsing into my seat. Nathan glanced at me, amused.

The teacher waited for everyone to sit down before he finally told us what we were going to be doing.

"Since you guys did well in the last lesson," He started. "I will treat all of you like proper artists, and you will be using these," He brought out one of those boards with a big sketch pad and pallet on it.

"So you can paint the person sitting next to you. Have fun!" He finished and the whole class started chatting excitedly, each pair going up to get their equipment.

I awkwardly glanced at Nathan, to see his seat was empty and he was already walking towards the front of the room.

Alright then.

He brought back what he would need, and I stood up and started dragging mine across the room.

"Decide who will paint who first then you can get started! Oh, and don't forget your aprons!" The teacher called out, throwing aprons at everyone.

Nathan caught his smoothly but mine landed on the floor in front of me. I leaned over to pick it up and immediately I heard wolf-whistles coming from boys at the back. I quickly grabbed it and stood up, blushing.

I glanced at Nathan to see his face was emotionless but he was clutching his paintbrush tightly.

"If you keep that up it'll snap." I pointed out, and his grip immediately relaxed.

"Sorry," He mumbled. "It's been a tough week."

"Tell me about it." I replied, rolling my eyes and he chuckled slightly.

"So, who's gonna go first?" He asked, and I shrugged.

"I don't mind going first," I started, but when I saw his setting up his stuff quickly added:

"As in I don't mind painting you first." 

He gave me a flat look then sat back down while I arranged my things. I started painting, using the colours I thought went well together. I was no artist, more into Textiles, sowing machines and all that.

About 25 minutes later I was finally finished, my arm was tired and I could tell Nathan was getting tired of sitting in the same position.

On the bright side, it was a great excuse to stare at him.

We talked a lot while I was painting, getting to know more about each other. Of course, I didn't mention my dad and he didn't mention his parents either, but I knew we were slowly becoming friends.

Slowly.

You see, the thing is, Nathan is very passionate about his art. So when it was my turn to sit and stare into space while I was being painted, he was very... Snappy.

"No, keep your hand on the other side!"

"You eyes are facing the wrong way!"

"Sit up straight!"

"Move a little backwards, geez; I can hear your breathing from here."

"No, no, keep your fist down!"

"Don't you dare raise that finge- Grace!"

"Keep it down, Nathaniel!" The teacher said, and this time Nathan gave him the finger.

I nearly fell of my chair laughing.

"And just to think a second ago you were telling me off for swearing." I thought out loud, but Nathan just grumbled a bit more, making me laugh again.