Let's Not Speak Of Forever

Chapter 4

After lunch, I headed over to the art department for my drawing and painting class. I always adored the arts. I love using simple colours and strokes to create something beautiful. It makes me feel proud when I create something beautiful. My room at Kristina's house has a wall almost filled up with all my paintings and drawings. The other has been half covered with posters from my favourite bands, people and companies. My walls are an icy white colour, with one wall that is deep purple. That one wall has a scattering of Polaroid photos of my life, friends, pets, family, memories, and some, just plain photography. I loved my Polaroid camera to death. I've probably spent over $200 just buying film for it, but to me, as an artist, it was worth every penny spent.

Walking into the class, I spotted the older twin, the one Tom was basically obsessing over at this point. He was having a conversation with the teacher, Mr. Winger, about colour contrast. I walked over to my usual seat and grabbed my sketchbook out of my bag. Sliding the pencil out of the spiral, I began doodling the dragon I was imagining at lunch. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the twin sit down next to me and take a quick sneak-peek at my drawing.

"You're quite talented," I heard a deep British accent say. Glancing up at him, I smiled and replied,

"Thanks. They're just doodles, though. Nothing much."

"You call those doodles? Compared to my work, they're masterpieces. My name's Jared, by the way."

"Aria, and I hardly believe that," I said disbelievingly. I opened his sketchbook, which he placed on the table earlier. I looked at the many pages of beautiful portrait and car sketches. I shook my head and looked back up at him.

"Told you. You're quite an amazing artist," I said smugly, sticking my tongue out at him. He chuckled, closing his sketchbook.

"Alrighty, you rambunctious teenagers, your first assignment is to take a canvas, and to surprise me. Draw, paint, sketch, colour, I don't care. Show me what you can do. Your canvas is due next Friday. Allons-y, my dears!" Mr. Winger recited to the class with a snap of his fingers, before disappearing back into his office. He was known for his rambling and antics in the arts department, but he was an amazing arts teacher, and a remarkable artist himself.

I began to get up off the stool, when I felt a hand push me back into sitting. Looking up, Jared had his hand on my shoulder.

"I'll get you a canvas. My honor, for a talent such as yourself," He said, chuckling to himself. I laughed in response, but let him go. He came back to the table, handing me a canvas and sitting back down.

"Just to reassure you, my dear, I am not flirting with you. I'm interested in men, even though you are quite beautiful," he exclaimed, winking at me in a fake flirtatious manner. Under his breath, I heard him mumble,

"I see what Jake means." I raised my eyebrow without him noticing, and continued to work on my dragon sketch.

"What? Offended I am not interested in you?" he asked sarcastically, winking at me again. I laughed at that, and turned to face him.

"No, I was just thinking of what my friend Tom said."

"Oh? What did Mr. Tom say, if I may know?"

"Just about how this school lacks in guys that are available for him to prowl after," I said, chuckling at the memory. Jared looked at me in shock.

"So I'm not the only gay guy in this school?" he asked, cautiously. I shook my head. In response, Jared threw his hands up in the air in relief.

"Yes! Finally!" he exclaimed, clearly excited. I smirked at his happiness and quickly texted Tom, "Good news for you at off. ;)" I rapidly shoved my phone back into my pocket and looked up at Jared, who was doing a dance similar to a jig in his seat. I put my hand in his shoulder in an attempt to clam him down. It didn't work. I threw my hands up in the air, giving up, and went back to working on my dragon sketch. Jared relaxed after a few minutes, and happily began to sketch in his notebook. The rest of class flew by, and before I knew it, class was over. I packed up my supplies and waved goodbye to Jared as I walked out the door. He jokingly saluted me, and headed the opposite way down the hall.