My last two periods at school of the day were English and Art which is pretty good for me. In English we got a research project on a famous author so I decided to get started on it right away. I am not extremely serious about my marks but I always work hard because if I would ever be an artist I would also need a backup job. University is in my pathway to success whether I like it or not and that includes homework and good grades. English seemed to fly by after Mrs. Hall just gave us a long speech about our project then let us get started.
When the bell rings I gather my stuff in my bag and walk up to the top floor to the art studio/room. My English class was on the first floor so I had to walk up four flights of stairs to get there. I pass Gabby in the stairwell, no matter how much I would love to stop and talk to her or hug her or anything, there are people behind me still trying to get up. I give her a little nudge, silly face and wink because I’m very immature that way. She continues down the stairs laughing.
I’m the first one into the art class again! We get some transition time between classes but for art, I get there right away so I can have free sketching time. I sit down in my usual spot after greeting Mrs. Z. I open my sketch book and pass through my other drawings. I get to my most recent drawing because I never move on to a new picture until I am 100% done and happy with the previous one. My picture shows the back of a girl that looks fine looking into a mirror. The image of her in the mirror has cuts, scrapes, scratches, and she looks like a mess. I shade over some more spots and all I have left to do is the hand covering the girl’s mouth in the mirror reflection. I finish the rough outline of the hand when people start coming into the class.
After the art “lesson” we got to work on our mixed media project. Which is pretty much a project using a whole bunch of different supplies. I was getting so into my work that after what felt like 10 minutes, the bell rings.
“Oh shit” I mumble to myself and start rushing to clean up. First one to enter the class and last one to leave…
I rush to my locked and grab my bag. By now Gabby is already at my locker ready to go. Me and Gabby leave the school talking about our usual random stuff that only best friends understand. The thing I love about being best friends with Gabriella is she lives about a 5 minute walk away from me. We see each other ALL THE TIME!! We start to walk home when I remember my project as we pass the library.
Me: ‘Oh wait! I have an English project. We need to stop at the library for like 10 minutes’
Gabby moans “Okaayy”
We laugh and go in.
**Gabby POV**
As Vanessa is looking through the books I am scoping the library to see who else is there. I see Jake. Oh how I wish he would ask me to prom…I wouldn’t even really want to date him, I just want to go to prom with him….Stupid mixed emotions. Then a thought comes to mind. I turn to Vanessa.
Me: ‘Have you thought about prom much?’
Vanessa: ‘No, I just want to go with friends. I don’t really want a date…’
Me: ‘Why are you no fun???’
Vanessa: ‘I just don’t want a boyfriend or anything right now…But I see you are hoping Jake will ask you.’
I look over at her in shock. “Is it really that obvious?!?!” I ask.
“No, you have just been staring at him since we got here” she replied winking at me.
Vanessa: ‘Okay! I got my books! Now let’s go talk to Jake!’
She grabs my arm and tugs me along with her. Oh god no…I’m gonna make a fool of myself…But I don’t even like him…but he’s really cute… I hate mixed emotions.
Jake: ‘Hey Gabby, hey Vanessa!’
“Hey” me and Vanes say at the same time.
This was followed by a long awkward silence. None of us really even knew why we were having this conversation. When all of a sudden Vanessa blabs out “Okay. I’m just going to say it…Gabby wants you to ask her to prom!”
I slapped her in the face. I actually slapped her hard. It was my first reaction and I could see the anger in her eyes as she punched me back.
Jake’s response brought us calm. “So, Gabby. Do you want to go to prom with me?” he asked.
I laughed a little to myself and I could feel my cheeks turning red. “Sure” I respond. “Cool, now I have to go. I’ll talk to you later” he says leaving the library winking at me.
OH MY GOD!!
**Vanessa POV**
Me: Oh yeah!! I’m a match maker!! I’m like a pro!! Oh yeah! Better than cupid!
I start singing this along to a random rhythm and Gabby’s cheeks are still red. I reach over and pinch her cheeks like you would do to a baby “Awwe, you’re so cute when you get all blushy like that” I saw in a little kid voice, teasing her. She swats my hand away.
Gabby: ‘Shut up!’
Me: ‘Fine… Now I have dance so I have to go.’
Gabby: ‘Okay Bye! I love you!!’
Me: ‘Love you too girly!! Oh and you’re welcome!!!’
And then I carry on to my dance studio which is along an early side street but me and Gabby continue to walk down the main street when we go straight home.
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Stole My Heart <3
FanficHi! My name is Vanessa Simpson and I'm just a regular teenage girl. My birthday is April 26, 1994 so I am in grade 12 getting ready to graduate soon even though it's only February. I am as regular as people come, I sit on the computer most of the da...