"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Fifteen.

Darren's POV.

Tanya was kinda cute, in my opinion.

She had that quiet, creative type vibe going on,

Which was interesting and somewhat attractive.

I never really bothered to notice her like that until the art class, where she sat down beside me.

It was only when she started sketching me that I realised how cute she actually was.

Not that I'll admit it out loud, but she was definitely pretty in a different sort of way.

She seemed very focused, her eyes narrowed on the sketch on her page, completely invested in her work.

It was kinda adorable, I had to admit.

I knew I shouldn't be thinking of it since..

Well, I have a girlfriend.. 

And I have never been unloyal to her, but..

I couldn't help it when it came to Tanya—not that I like her that way.

She's cute, beautiful, amazing, creative, fascinating, etc..

Yeah, but she wasn't really my type of girl..—I think.

Like, I didn't like her that way.. at all.

I'm just.. drawn to her, for some unknown reason.

She had this sort of charm that pulled me in.. 

Her focused look, the way her lips pouted a little when she was drawing..

Ugh, no. 

I had to stop these stupid thoughts.

I had a girlfriend. 

So why was I finding myself thinking about Tanya in ways I shouldn't?

It was just an innocent case of fascination, right?

Just because she was cute in a different way and clearly talented..

And just because I enjoyed talking to her and seeing her get flustered..

Didn't mean I was developing feelings for her, right?

I mean, who could blame me for noticing how cute she was when she blushed?

Who could really blame me for getting a little interested in her creative mind and her perspective?

Who could really blame me for wanting to see her sketch of me..

No.

No, no, no.

'Get yourself together, Darren.'

I put my pencil down, satisfied that I'd completed my work for the evening.

Looking at the clock, it was already nine.

Time had flown by quickly.

Deciding it was late enough for bed, I got up from my chair and started getting ready for bed.

Pulling on a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I got into bed, the exhaustion from the day's activities finally catching up to me.

As I settled under the covers, I was just about to turn off the bedside lamp when my phone buzzed with a notification.

Curious, I reached for my phone, turning on the screen to see who it was from.

It was a message from Anika.