Ms Arty

Two

Ivana's POV
"Ivy, that girl over there has been staring at you for like ten minutes," Nadine said.

I frowned and looked in the same direction as she was. Sure enough, a girl was sitting over there staring at me. Her hair was a mess and her lipstick messily drawn on non existent lips. The effort was there, I guess. Just not enough.

"Let her stare," I shrugged, "I don't care."

Nadine chuckled and sipped her milk box. Nadine and I had been friends since middle school. She was one of my best friends.

My other two friends were named Dylan and Amy. Dylan is a childhood friend and Amy was also a middle school friend. The four of us were all really close and had been for a while.

"Where are the other guys?" I asked.

"Dylan got a detention and Amy's at a violin thing," Nadine shrugged, "how was your weekend?"

"Good," I said, "I stayed in and mostly napped. It was great."

It was almost completely true. I just didn't tell her that I did all that at Eleanor's apartment. Don't get me wrong, I trust my friends with my life. Although, I have no doubt that they'd have a lot to say.

They'd probably lecture me and try and get me to break it off or something. Plus, Eleanor made me promise to never tell anyone.

"You're so lazy," Nadine chuckled, "I went to visit my grandparents."

"The ones out at the lake?" I asked.

She nodded, "it was too cold to go swimming but it was still pretty out there. I took some photos."

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I was in my final class of the day. Mr C was dragging on about his personal life rather than the actual topic we were supposed to be learning.

A gentle knock rapped on the door and all our heads turned. Surprisingly, Eleanor peaked her head in. That's odd. She'd never come and disrupt my class time. She was very strict about that when we started.

"I need to see Ivana Malcom, please," she said.

"Yes, Ms Arty," the bald teacher nodded.

"You can bring your bag," Eleanor said, "this might take a while."

I stood up silently and draped my bag on my shoulder. She didn't say anything when we were out in the hall. She just walked in front of me, leading me to her office.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass. Clad in that tight pencil skirt. Fuck, she's so sexy. The only sound around us was her heels clicking on the floor.

We finally made it to her office where she locked the door behind us and I threw my bag down. That shit was heavy as fuck.

"What's up?" I said.

"I don't know," she said and her eyes began to water.

Without missing a beat, I grabbed her and lifted her onto her desk. I stood right in front of her, stroking her soft hair and kissing her temple.

"Talk to me," I said.

She sniffled, "I just feel off today. My emotions are everywhere and I just want to be with you all the time."

I smiled and kissed her lips softly.

"The day is almost over. I'll follow you home and I can cook us dinner, okay?" I offered.

She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered.

She shook her head but quickly silenced me with a kiss. Cheeky.