𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 |𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌|

7|Exhibition

Bailey

When Emma told us we were going to be choosing who would receive the spots for the art gallery, I did not think she meant we pick names out of a hat.

When the idea was pitched to us, I had to admit I was a bit speechless, but after drawing my paper, anxiety was the only feeling coursing through my body at this moment.

"If you picked your own name, then I'm sorry you'll get to showcase your work another time." Emma announced, and I bit my lower lip hard.

"If you picked a name that is not your own, then congratulations." She said and waved at us to open up the papers.

I looked down at the tiny paper in my hands and struggled to open it.

Tristan.

I sighed in relief, "Tristan!" I yelped.

"Bailey!" Tristan yelled and held up his small paper with my name on it. Unable to stop myself, I ran over their and gave him a big hug.

People are going to see my drawing. This could do a lot for me, with Cam.

"Now contain your excitements. You need to get ready for the art exhibition. 9pm do not be late." Emma said, and we all thanked her as she left the room.

My excitement could not be contained, I needed to tell someone, but telling someone would only lead to them finding out what or specifically who my project was about.

So, for now, I really did have to contain my overflowing excitement.

After leaving the room, I tried my best to avoid Malik as much as possible. It was very hard to say that I was not embarrassed because I was. I caused a scene, and now the majority of the Law department knew that I was the drunken idiot from Arts.

"Art!"

My eyebrows scrunched, and I turned in the half empty hallway to see Malik, walking up to me.

He had his hair braided, and his honey brown eyes looked a lot brighter today.

"Hi," I smiled when he came closer to me.

"What's up? Feeling better?" He asked, and I scratched my neck, cheeks stinging as the memories from last night flooded back.

Flashback.

"Bailey!" Micah shouted over the music.

I felt as if I was on cloud nine. My vision was blurry, but the music that entered my ear seemed so hypnotic.

The jacket that I was wearing before was off and on the floor somewhere. My hands traced every curve of my body as I moved to the beat of the song.

"Bailey, stop." I reached for Micah, pulling him in by the hips until his was touching mine.

"Bai -"

"Shh! Just enjoy." I stumbled, lacing his fingers with mine, twirling him in my arms. He was stiff and reluctant, but nevertheless, he did not refuse.

"Bailey, let's go home." He said, attempting to keep me still, but I shook my head.

"More drink?" The same girl from earlier asked, and I perked up.

"No! This is your fault." Micah started to argue and I took that as my opportunity to run, I squeezed myself through the large crowd of people until I was by a table filled with red cups and people on either side throwing balls into cups.

"Hey, Blondie, wanna play?" One of the tall humans asked, and I tilted my head at him.

"Cup pong?"