Better This Way

Seven

I can't believe this man made me do this. The students kept flirting nonstop until they were done. It was fun for them but I can't say for Miss Armstrong because she didn't laugh at any of the jokes neither did she say a word. The tutor said I can go with the one I love the most and to be honest they all performed well. I was going through them one after the other until ....

"From Rebecca Armstrong" I muttered as I read the caption. That's definitely Miss Armstrong's work.

For a second I was carried away by her beautiful drawing. Admiring every bit of it. I never thought she could be so good at arts. She equally drew a flower at the edge. That pushed a smile out of my lips. But wait, why did I smile? Weird!

"Seems that got your interest the most." The tutor said bringing me out of my thoughts.

Oh! I completely forgot he is still here. I thought he left with the students. Yes, this particular drawing got my interest and I can't explain why.

"Can I have this?" I asked.

"That's Miss Armstrong's work right?."

"Yeah." My quick response still unsure of the reason why he asked.

"I am sorry Miss Sarocha but you can't go with this one. The dad loves seeing every of her work" he said.

Why the hell did they say I will go with anyone I like if they know they have restrictions? I mean they could have said 'all except Miss Armstrong's work' right? Does she also know about this?

"I am sorry for that. Let's say the dad already pays to have every of her art delivered to him probably to monitor her performance." He continued.

I let out a sigh and dropped it back on the table. Why do I feel disappointed? It's fine if I can't have that one. There are still others left.

"I will have this one then" I said and picked a random one from the table.

"Thank you for your understanding" he said smiling.

I smiled back at him but a part of me is not happy at all about it. The one I actually wanted was not given. What more will Mr. Armstrong deprive from me? He is not even here, but I can't get hold of this single thing I would love to have.

After some minutes the students were back. I complimented them for doing so well. And the Tutor had to announce whose work I chose. As soon as his name was mentioned, he jumped up excitedly. Woa, that's the guy that has been hitting on me nonstop asking me to be his girlfriend. He might be of my age or close. I should have asked questions before taking that particular drawing. I looked at Miss Armstrong, she looks so shocked or will I say sad? Or maybe it's all in my head. why am I slightly worried right now?

"Seems Miss Sarocha actually wants to be your girlfriend" one teased and they all laughed and just as before, Miss Armstrong didn't laugh.

"Let's take one shot" the guy said and started walking to me.

Miss Armstrong instantly stood up and walked out when the guy came closer for the picture together. I wonder if this is how she behaves or there's something more. I continued taking pictures with the rest of the students and after a while we were done.

It was time to go home, but Miss Armstrong didn't come back to the hall again. She's probably waiting outside. I got out of the hall and I was right. She's leaning on the car. She's avoiding my eyes and she looks so sad. Did something happen?

"My dad is not in town, I can drive by myself" She said when we were about leaving.

I was silent. To be honest I don't understand what she meant by that. Does she mean I should drop the keys probably for today?