Stop And Listen(Jerrie Thirlwards)

Two

The Next Day

Perrie walked into school, South Shields Advanced Fine Arts Academy, she'd always hated the name, why couldn't they name it something like the regular high school a few blocks away, William T. Tucker High School. She smiled, seeing her boyfriend, Zayn. "Hey, babe." He said, kissing her cheek, she inwardly sighed, Nothing. Nothing. Why can't I feel ANYTHING. She thought. For a few months, she felt bland, nothing, she felt nothing for the boy who at the end of the day she told I love You to. She sighed.

"Everything okay?" He asked, looking concerned. She shook her head, "It's nothing." Perrie said. "Well I gotta go to Art, see ya later baby." He kissed her forehead and she flinched, but it went unnoticed to the boy as he went on his way to his class. Her friends then walked up to the girl, "Hey, Pez." Leigh Anne and Jesy said. "Hi..' She muttered, "What's wrong?" Jesy quizzed. "It's Zayn.." Perrie whispered, "I just don't... feel it any more?" She asked, like she didn't know what words to use. "Feel what?" Leigh Anne asked, "It! You know, that feeling you get when the guy you like touches your hand, or when he smiles at you, or when he kisses you and it feels like your the only thing that matters, because for the past year he's centered his attention on you, and the least you can do is love him back but.. you can't." She said, looking down.

"Well, are you going to break up with him?" Leigh Anne asked. "I-I don't know, should I?" "Uh Yeah!" Her friends said, walking her to class. When she sat down she saw her teacher smile at another lady who had a girl with her, a girl that didn't go to school here. "Hannah!" Her teacher said, in his ever so manly voice, right then she could tell her teacher liked the woman. "Hello Rodger, I'd like you to meet Jade, she's one of my best students." "Hello Jade." Her teacher smiled, Jade just awkwardly smiled and looked at her feet.

"Jade, could you take a look at this for me?" Hannah asked, showing her a picture Jade tilted her head, "This is really good, who drew it?" She asked, Perrie smiled, the girl had an adorable voice. "You did Jade! You drew this magnificent piece of art!" The other teacher said, Jade looked confused, shaking her head, "No, this is really good, I'm not even the slightest as good as this perso.." Her voice trailed off as she looked at the signature, it was hers, her hand grazed it, "I am this person.." She whispered, looking up at the teachers. They smiled and nodded. "Perrie, come here please.'' Perrie's teacher said, she sighed and got up, tripping on a chairs leg she stumbled and slammed into Jade, Jade's reflex's jumped and she gripped Perrie's waist and pulled the girl close.

Perrie pulled back a little, astonished how fast Jade was to make sure she didn't fall, "Hi." she whispered, looking into Jade's mysterious brown eyes, "Hi.." Jade whispered back, shaking her head a little, pulling her eyes away from Perrie's, removing her hands and she looked at the teacher, "Perrie on a scale from one to Picasso, how good is this?" Her teacher asked, Perrie's eyes widened, "This is the freakin' Mona LIsa." She said, looking up at Jade to see her blush. Perrie couldn't help but smile at the sight.

Jade looked back and mumbled a thanks, "Perrie, Jade's gonna shadow for today, why don't you show her round so she can get a feel of the place, I have a feeling she'll be here as a student soon. " The teacher hinted. Perrie nodded, "O-okay! Yeah that sound great! C'mon Jade." She smiled, grabbing her wrist, "Wait what about school?" Jade asked before being dragged away.

"So class, I'd like you too meet Jade Thirlwall, she'll be visiting for the day, so be nice." Jade sighed, opening up her sketch book, but Perrie's hand stoppe her, "No, silly, this History, we don't draw in this class." Perrie giggled, taking a Art History book out of her bag, "Class who can tell me about van gogh, Jade immediately raised her hand

" He was a Dutch post-immpresionist painter whose work, notable for its rough beauty, emotional honesty and bold color, had a far-reaching influence on 20th-century art. After years of painful anxiety and frequent bouts of mental illness, he died aged 37 from a gunshot wound, generally accepted to be self-inflicted although no gun was ever found. His work was then known to only a handful of people and appreciated by fewer still." The teacher smiled, "Very good."