Hidden Truths

Chapter 2

"Okay class, I'm so so sorry, but I won't be in lesson today. I have got to sit in a meeting with some transfer students so I'm hoping you'll get on with the work." the English teacher rushed out with stuffing a sheaf of papers into a guy's hand and motioning him to distribute them. When he stood up, she continued to talk.

"And I'll be next door, so I want no messing about. Okay?" we all nodded as an answer.

"Okay, good, one again really sorry, but I'm already late, so I'll be off." she said rushing out the classroom and almost tripping over her long dress.

Currently, we were seated in out English class, I was offered to sit next to a couple if people, but I kindly declined and took the seat next to Ashton. He told me that his friends were running late for some reason.

I just nodded and stared at the sheet.

Urghh! I hate English.

What's the point of writing essays about why the writer used a certain word in a book. I mean, I bet he was just like: Ooh, that sounds nice, I'm just going to use it.

Shaking my head disapprovingly, I glanced to see how Ashton was doing.

And what I saw made my jaw drop and eyes bulge. Literally.

Ashton had a sketch book type thing out and was concentrating while stroking his pencil on his paper.

There was a picture of a girl's face up close. Her hair was covering her face slightly as if there was a minor breeze. She had petite features. He had just outlined the face, and had completed the eyes. He was currently working on the hair. It wasn't finished, it was only half done, but you could just tell that when it'd be completed, it would be worthy of being stuck on top of the Mona Lisa, no joke.

"It's beautiful." I breathed and his head shot up and arms instinctively moved over his picture in a protective manner. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. When he noticed it was me, he looked relived and answered quickly before returning to his art work.

"Thanks."

"No problem." I said after calming down from my laughing fit.

Ten out of nowhere, a large guy in a football shirt and jeans pulled the sketch book out his hand and examined the drawing. He looked over it then ripped the page out crumbling it in his hands. I clenched my fists and tightened my jaw.

What the hell?!? How can you just-

Before my internal rambling could continue, another boy in a football jersey and jeans came up to us and snatched the paper out his hand. Behind him stood a really pretty girl, and no, I don't mean make up and plastic, I mean pretty. She was wearing shorts and a short tank top with a cardigan that came to her thighs. Her straight red hair was left out and it flawed down her shoulders.

"Say sorry." the boy said to the other rude one.

"S-sorry." he mumbled before walking away quickly.

"Here." the nice boy said to Ashton while straightening the paper for him.

Well, I guess this school isn't all typical.

"Thanks dude, but it's all crumpled now." Ashton said looking a little depressed.

"It's okay Ash, at least you can now silica lose with us instead of drawing away." the girl said cheerily.

"I guess Ari." Ashton said.

The girl and boy took the seats in front of us and turned to face us.

"Hey, who's this?" the girl asked.

"Emilia, she's new here and she isn't like all the other mean bitchs in this fucking school." Ashton replied and I was quite shocked at his use of profanities.