Are We Meant To Be? (Larry Stylinson - Teacher/Student AU)

Chapter 10

Louis' P.O.V

* Flasback *

I've never been one to complain about people telling me what to do. It's unfortunate at times, but some people use me for certain subjects. Whether they need my assistance in school, or just regular household chores, I am always volunteering my time. The only difference about today is this year eleven girl in my ceramics class-- mind you, I'm a year seven, so this situation is just idiotic.

Eleanor Calder; the one who screams mysterious and gentle. The one who comes out to be something no one would ever suspect. The amount of anger she has built up inside is not in the least bit attractive. Perhaps she's the way she is because of her past. She doesn't talk much to others about her problems, so maybe I could be that friend for her? Not sure when I will ever get a day off of football ( or soccer ) practice.

Time after time during the two hour ceramic block, I've observed Eleanor's work. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that she is extremely gifted. Her sculptures and paintings are beyond phenominal it's crazy. There was this one time where she had to paint one of the most difficult artifacts in the Smithsonian museum from a text book, which is all extremely pixelized by the way, into something that only her mind could understand. Thing is, I actually understood what she did. Manificent really.

I was working on a drawing of my dream guy when I heard someone clear their throat next to me. I shut my notebook before anyone was to notice my drawing to look up to see Eleanor snickering at me. "I saw what you were doodling about, babe. Who is the lucky guy?" She winked at me and tried to prie the notebook out of my hands. I slapped her away and gave her a dodgy look. I thought I was dreaming for a second there, but she actually looked genuinely hurt by my action. Trying to be the nice guy, I showed her anyways.

"So, you mean to tell me that you're a faggot?" Faggot. That last word of her ungodly sentence sent me into a world of pain and anger beyond anything I have ever felt before. That one word that can tear all my barriers down to let one person have full access to every thought and secret in my mind. I tried to push it out, but that didn't really work. However, god seemed to be on my side because Mr. Scheff, my ceramics teacher, decided to speak up about a project. Oh goody.

"Alright class, settle down now," the other kids in the classroom started to quiet down and look back up at Mr. Scheff. "Good, now for this project, it is going to be worth two hundred and fifty points. I know that seems like a lot of points, but SOME of you in this class need to get their grades up before the exams come around in two months. You all should be glad I am even giving you this opportunity." He paused for a moment to catch his breath while I had to catch mine as well when I felt a hand brush up against my thigh. I turned my head to see Eleanor snickering beside me while looking up at the teacher. Ugh.

"With that being said, I have assigned you all partners." The whole class groans with disgust; hey it happens when this class is meant to be for individual projects and learning capabilities that involve only the person his or herself. "Now when I call your name with your partner, come up to the front and pick out your topic." A few names came before Eleanor's name and I sighed heavily once I heard who her partner is. Me.

This is just fucking awesome. I get to be with the bi-polar chick who is always silent, but angry looking at times. Who also likes to get touchy-feely with her partners next to her. We both get up to the front of the room and Mr. Scheff has a jar facing us with a bajillon papers filled inside folded neatly. She offers me to do the choosing, so I turn my head to face the other way as I reach into the paper-filled jar.

You are to build a sculpture of your designated partner about the five senses known to man. The requirements are that you, one, do not make it look exactly like your partner. Two, it has to be as creative as your mind can make it. Finally, do not have any more one on one time than a day to get to know each other's personality fairly well. I expect a page full of notes on your partner and a two paragraph summary, along with your sculpture, about how you came to terms with your project. Have fun!