Mr. Ryan Flent and Me

Stranger Danger?

Chapter 11:
Cassandra's POV:

After math with Ms. Rhems, I glance down at my schedule and see I have to go to drawing class. I stare at the map and try to figure out the best route to the classroom. I stand by my math classroom's door and don't notice someone standing right in front of me. I look up and am taken aback.
It's the boy that was outside the guidance office. The good looking boy with the pretty blue eyes.
I wonder if he has a girlfriend...?
YOU have a boyfriend!
Ugh.
I don't say anything for a moment, and neither does he. Instead, we stare into each other's eyes. His eyes are an icy blue that are cold and warm. I'm not uncomfortable but I'm slightly intimidated. His eyes are squinted like he's studying me. But within a few seconds he shifts his face into a bright smile.
The bell rings.
Shit.
"Follow me, Cass." He says grabbing my arm and leading me somewhere.
"Umm." I say pulling away from him yet still following.
"Oh. You want to know who I am." I nod my head yes. He laughs and shakes his head but keeps walking. He leads me up two flights of stairs.
"Now, this school is weird. The art classes are all on the third floor, nothing else is up here. Only art. And art classes are not on any other floor. Whenever we have to carry big things we either squeeze into the elevator or try not to trip on the stairs. They didn't plan it out very well." He explains. We stop in front of a classroom and instead of knocking on the door he walks right in. I hesitate before following, hoping this lovely stranger isn't leading me to death.
Inside the classroom is a brunette teacher with wide brown eyes. She's a little heavy but is pretty looking. She sees us come in and ushers us to enter the classroom. She walks towards me and smiles. She stands probably 5'7, while I, according to the doctor from the hospital, am 5'4, this causes her to have to bend down a little when she hugs me. Her hug is actually her squeezes my bones, awkwardly.
She releases me and kisses me on the top on my head, like a mother to a child.
"Aw, honey. You poor, baby. We are so sorry to hear what happened. We all love you and will do anything to make you feel at home." She says smiling down at me. She turns to the boy, "I assume you are late because you helped Cass find the classroom?"
He nods, sheepishly.
"Okay." She says clasping her hands together. "Chris, take Cass to her sit and continue the project from last class."
Chris.
Cute name for a cute face.
I need to control my hormones.
Chris winks at me after the teacher has turned away. He starts walking towards the corner and I follow. There are only six tables in the classroom. Each splattered with paint and who knows what else. Each table holds four people but there are only 15 people seated, evenly distributed. In the corner of the room is an empty table, I'm assuming Chris and I sit here. He takes a seat, back to the window, and points to the seat diagonal to him.
I sit down and stare at him. He gets up and goes to the supply closest gathering his work and materials. He comes back and sits down. He lines up all of his pencils in some order then stares at his artwork. I can't see it because he's using a drawing board.
"What are you drawing?" I ask.
"You." He says with a wink.
I'm taken back but nod my head. Just then the teacher comes over and sits next to me.
"Now, Cass. The project is a portrait of your partner. Chris draws you and you draw him. I'll teach you the basics quickly to refresh your memory. And then if you have any questions or comments feel free to ask, sweetie."
"Umm, what's your name?"
"Oh! Right. I'm Mrs. Staltin." She says with a bright smile.
Then she leads me to the supply closet and pulls out a set of pencils. She describes the different hardness levels then leads me to her laptop. On the laptop are a bunch of notes. She flips through the notes with me. At the end she pulls out a drawing from a portfolio. It's not completed but I can make out the figure. Sturdy jawline. Glowing, complex eyes.
"Is that..." I begin.
"Chris?"
I nod my head yes. To which she smiles.
"Well, sweetie, I'd hope you'd recognize your own artwork, but apparently not." I drop my jaw, shocked.
Damn, I'm good.
Just then the bell rings and everyone rushes out of the classroom. Mrs. Staltin puts away my artwork. Chris links his arm with mine and tells me he'll lead me to lunch. And I follow like a blind sheep. At least there is a beautiful shepherd.

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