Since her first day of school in California, Luke Jacobson had always been by Cassie's side.
Until she wasn't by his.
*not fanfiction; extended description in first chapter*
❝ all I know since yesterday is everything has changed ❞
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"Well, what do we do now?" I asked Luke. I tried not to laugh when I looked at him, his face still covered in the ridiculous marker paint.
He shrugged. "Whatever we want. I'm sure my aunt wouldn't mind us being in here."
I rolled my eyes. "So she just lets you in here to waste her supplies?"
Luke gave me a sheepish smile and I laughed. Maybe she let Luke in here on weekends and after school, but I was sure that she wouldn't like us skipping class to mess around in here.
We both explored the classroom even more. Luke looked through the cabinets–probably looking for food–while I looked around at the supplies and toys laying out.
There's wasn't much, if I was being honest. Luke's aunt had probably locked up most of her stuff, like most teachers did when they weren't in the classroom.
"Hey Cass, over here!"
I turned around to see Luke checking something out in the corner of the classroom. As I walked closer, I could see what he was setting up.
An easel.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing.
He looked at me like I was an idiot. "Paint, duh."
I rolled my eyes. "Well I know that, doofus. I was asking what you were gonna paint."
He looked around the classroom, his green eyes moving from object to object before they settled back on me.
"You."
"Me?" I asked, shocked.
"No," he said, rolling his eyes. "The other person in the room."
"Why would you want to paint me?"
"Because you're beaut–" he stopped before he could finish. "Because I think it would be fun."
He moved the easel to an open spot near his aunt's desk, by the front of the room.
"Stand over there," he ordered, pointing to a spot by the classroom door, "and I'll paint you."
I move to the spot he was talking about and stood there. "What am I supposed to do?"
He shrugged his shoulders again. "I don't know, just pose or something."
I did the first pose I thought of. Reaching one arm in front of me, I stretched the other out behind me and balanced on one foot as I stuck the other out straight behind me, much like a dancer. It took me a second to find my balance, but eventually I was able to stay in that pose.
I watched Luke as he bit his lip in concentration as he moved the marker across the paper. I had seen him draw before and knew he was pretty good, but I wasn't sure how this would turn out.
"My leg hurts," I whined about five minutes later.
"It's not my fault you chose a dumb pose," he muttered, still focused on his paper. My arms began to shake and I finally had to put my other leg down. I went to get back in the pose, but Luke stopped me. "It's okay, I'm finished."
I walked over to the easel, eager to see his painting, but her turned it away from me. "I don't want you to see it yet."
I frowned. "Why not?"
"It's a surprise. You'll find out later."
I sighed in frustration, but couldn't help it when a smile took over my face, noticing that Luke still had that ridiculous paint on his face.
"You look horrible," I said to him, a grin still on my lips.
