𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 |𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌|

15|Secret

Bailey

As I polished up my last piece of assignment for the semester, I took a step back to admire my work.

They told me not to let my artistic skills get to my head, but it did, I was amazing, to say the least.

For my project, I decided to do a sculpture of an angel since that seemed classical, and I just wanted to make an angel to give my mates as a gift.

It was magnificent, and I did that with my own two hands. Took me some time, but I got it done nevertheless.

After what happened at the lot, Alex has been spiralling and diving himself into his work. He would wake up and leave me and Cameron early in the mornings.

Cameron would leave next, and I quickly realised that I would be the only one waking up in the mornings if I stayed with them.

I reached for a big, clear plastic bag and placed it back over the sculpture after I was done taking pictures of it.

I sent a few of them to Astrid and my mates, smiling like an idiot when I saw the compliments that were rolling in.

Biting back a smile, when I read Alex's message, I switched the phone off and shoved it into my back pocket.

I went over to the table with the name stickers and searched for my own.

"I'm stumped," Turning to my right, Tristan impatiently searched for his name, and I turned back to the pile in my hand. "This project took so much out of me. If I fail, I'm killing myself." He said, and I rolled my eyes.

Dramatic.

"You're lying." I laughed, and he turned to me.

"I'm serious, Bailey, I worked my ass off on this project, Emma has her favourites, you included." He sighed out, and I took out his name card when I saw it.

"I doubt I'm her favourite. She tried to sell my project, I don't put on smiles like you guys when I see her, I don't like her." I told him and turned towards him, with a tight-lipped smile. Pushing his sticker towards him, he looked down at it.

"I only do that for my grade, I don't know if she's one of those people who fail you because she's having a bad day, and you frowned at her." He explained, stretching my own name towards me.

Switching the stickers, I shook my head. "She has to fail me then, I'll never smile at her. Did you know she already sent me three buyers?"

"Three?" Tristan yelled, and I shushed him. He looked over his shoulders and whispered a soft sorry.

"Three?" He asked much quieter.

I nodded, walking towards my project with him closely behind me.

I tore the back part of my sticker off, revealing the sticky part and bent down to attach it at the bottom.

"It's beautiful. You could make a lot off of it." He whispered. I looked over my shoulder and shook my head.

"I don't want to sell it."

I left the classroom after chatting with Tristan a few minutes, walking to the back section of the school where most students who had double classes stayed. It was a fun little section, everyone in their respective groups. Smokers, wannabe artists like myself, musicians, law students, and others.

The music students always had something playing, so it was a fun time just being there.

I didn't socialise much, I sat with either law or Arts, Law being Malik while he got lost in his weed and Arts being Tristan, complaining about heavy assignments and no time.