The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

Jawline

"I don't know how you do that." Luka laughed, sat with me and Clyde on the table in art, watching the boy himself draw a perfectly proportioned image of K9 in his sketch pad. I was in a sort of school uniform, but because I had a doctor's note, wink wink, for my feet, I was allowed to wear tall heels for it, because otherwise I had difficulty with my arches. Sort of true, I also just loves St Trinians.

Clyde grinned at him, shading in carefully. "You've either got it, or you haven't, Lukey-boy. You see, art isn't something you can learn, just like singing isn't something Callie learnt either." He was right there. Everyone could learn to play the guitar, but not everyone had what it took to compose.

My boyfriend frowned a little. "Surely it's a matter of bio-mechanical transference of what the eye sees to paper? And music is just memorising the wavelengths, pitches and tones of the voice and using the muscle memory to move your diaphragm and voice into different positions. In the end, it all comes down to geometry and physics."

"You see, there's your problem, baby." I smiled, dropping down to face him, still holding his hand lightly. "You work up here, you're all science and logic and Spocky stuff like that, but you can't break art or music down into maths. Or you wouldn't be able to explain my ability, would you?

He grinned at me. "Everything comes down to maths."

"See, not art." Clyde told him, not noticing that we were very close to kissing. "Art is in the soul. You don't think it, you feel it." 

Then Mr Chandra came in, and he frowned at the way Luke and I were stood, meaning we quickly corrected it. Damn, it was like living in Hogwarts when Umbridge was there. "Morning 11T."

"Someone's in trouble." Rani muttered from the table I moved to. "That's Dad's serious face."

"Yeah, like he's got any other sort." Clyde replied softly as I got out my art stuff. I could sing to quell the rages of the night, shatter any type of door lock, besides a wooden one, and carry the notes for Phantom of the Opera, but I was not capable of drawing anything more than a stickman.

"All right, you lot, settle down." Mr Chandra called to us. "If I may, Mrs. Taylor? I have an important announcement to make."

Rani had a smug look as I nudged her softly. "Told you."

And now his gaze fixed on our art genius. "Concerning you, Clyde Langer."

This was news to him. "Me? Oh, what have I done now?" Clyde asked incredulously as I giggled quietly. Never went to school this long, it was really fun. "Wait. Oh no, wait. No, don't tell me. I turned up. All I have to do to get some teacher's back up."

"You aren't in trouble, Clyde. For once, quite the opposite." Oh, Luke... I told you not to post that competition piece! "I've just had an e-mail from a Mister Harding, Curator of the International Gallery."

"Who?"

"Tomorrow morning, this entire class will be the first members of the public to see the Mona Lisa here in the UK." Um, I was there when it was painted? Dad even had a theory that her jaw line was based off of mine. "And all thanks to Clyde. You won first prize."

Luke laughed, shoving his shoulder. "You won!"

We all applauded, because he was awesome, but he was really confused. You should have told him, baby... "Wait, wait, wait, wait. As much as I appreciate the adulation and missing double maths tomorrow, there's been a mistake. I never put my work into any competition."

"Someone did." Mr Chandra pointed out.

"Oh, I wonder who?" Clyde turned to look at Luke as I kicked his chair.