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Chapter 34- I still love her
I gritted my teeth, but calmed down as soon as Cameron kissed my head.
"You know what? I'm taking you on a date today. It'll get your mind off things," Cameron said, finally releasing me from his grip.
I smiled at him. "Of course Cameron. I would love to go on a date with you. Thanks for asking," I teased.
"I knew it!" he smirked, before wiggling his eyebrows at me as he took my hands in his. "Pick you up at 6," he winked.
"You're so silly," I grinned.
"Mhmmm," he muttered before leaning down to kiss me.
The bell rang way too soon for my liking and I finally had to pull away and head to Art.
"Jade!" Cameron called after me. I turned back to face him and gave him a quizzical look. "Bye, beautiful," he winked, making me smile and feel all tingly inside.
"Bye, handsome," I replied, turning back and walking off to class.
Sebastian and I reached the door to the art room at the same time. He literally looked like he hadn't slept in days. He had dark bags around his eyes, his dirty blonde hair was a mess, his usually vibrant green eyes were dull and his white dress shirt was untucked and buttoned up wrong. He grunted and walked into the room when he realized I wasn't moving. I was too shocked. What the hell happened to him? I mean the whole Rose thing was messed up, but still! I mean yea he's been through hell and back, but he doesn't have to look the part... Right?
I strolled into class and quickly grabbed a seat at an easel to the left of Sebastian's.
"Good morning class. Today I would like you to continue drawing and painting from your heart and soul. I'd like you to capture an emotion and draw it in whichever way you see fit. I want your creative energy flowing and Chace, before you ask, no, sex is not an emotion," Mrs. Honewell explained before taking her seat at the front of the class in front of her own easel.
I loved this about her class. She gave us the freedom to draw whatever we chose. She didn't try to train and restrict us like the other teachers, but I guess she was a little more, 'eccentric' than them. She had frizzy blonde that cascaded down her back and she always wore some sort of hair accessory, be it a food themed headband or a lily in her hair, etc. Although teachers were required to wear formal type clothing, Mrs. Honewell always found a way to stand out, be it with a retro blazer or an eye-catching broach or a bright color. Even her art room was a different. The pastel yellow walls had been splashed with paints of all colors and there was the occasional framed artwork. Tall potted plants filled each of the four corners of the room, giving the bright, airy room some personality.
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