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05

Girl Meets Bay Window

What Maya didn't understand was why this was happening so fast; she didn't get why she was already developing feelings for Riley when they had already met a few hours ago.

During art class, Maya tried her hardest not to be too obvious that she was painting a portrait of Riley. They were in the middle of their portrait unit, but since Maya was new, the due date was moved a week later.

She looked over at the painting that belonged to the beautiful brunette sitting to her left; she was painting something that was purple. Maya didn't quite know what to make of it, they looked like purple clouds?

Riley must've caught Maya looking and yelled, "PURPLE CATS!!" getting the attention of our art teacher, Ms. Gabriella. She walked over to us, eyeing Riley. I had a feeling that something was about to happen, I couldn't tell if it was going to be good or bad.

"Riley, why are you using purple paint for a rough draft? You ruined your last painting, let's not have this one be a disaster too." Ms. Gabriella rolled her eyes. Riley smiled a goofy smile that made Maya almost let out a giggle. "Well, when you hide the purple from me, I'll find it!" Riley said to the teacher who was raising her eyebrows at the brunette who's apron was covered in purple. Ms. Gabriella didn't feel like arguing this time around, so she simply just turned to Maya.

"How are you doing Maya?" She asked, but before Maya could respond, the teacher's jaw dropped. "Maya... this... this is beautiful. Well done!" She said, shooting the blonde an approving smile. Maya looked down at her lap, twiddling the paint brush in her hands, the bristles spinning, creating a yellow blur. "Thank you, Ms. Gabriella."

"Anytime Maya." She smiled once again, before walking away.

Maya hadn't yet noticed the brunette who sat next to her, was admiring the drawing. Riley thought the painting was beautiful, that it was an absolute masterpiece. Maya; a work of art herself, had made a beautiful work of art of her own. Once Riley realized what- or who Maya was painting, she could feel the blush creep up onto her face.

"Is.. is that m-me?" Riley asked, looking down shyly, trying to hide the blush on her face.

That question caught Maya off guard, she didn't think it was that obvious. "Fuck. How did she even... I'm not even good enough for her to recognize it..." Maya thought to herself.

Maya could see through the girl's wavy brunette hair that she was blushing, and Maya suddenly felt a rush of power, control even. It made her feel good; that she was making the girl next to her blush with such a simple gesture as a painting.

"Yes, Riley, it's you." Maya said rather confidently, enjoying the slight power she felt over the girl next to her. Maya noticed that her true self was showing, and she quickly covered it up. She didn't want to seem like a bad person in front of Riley. They had some connection somehow that Maya didn't want to break. Maybe she'd let Riley see her true side later, but for now, Maya wanted to play a "good girl" image for Riley, afraid that her true image would be overpowering for the tall brunette.

She could see Riley blushing even more. Maya felt the rush come back again, but she brushed it off.

The two gave each other shy looks and glances, but it didn't feel the slightest bit awkward for either of the girls.
The two lost track of time and the bell rang, ruining their rather cute moment. Maya got up and took her painting off the aisle, setting on the white marble counter behind her, as Riley did the same.

After they took off their aprons, Maya grabbed her bag, but before Riley could grab hers, Maya stopped her. "Aren't you going to wash your hands?" Maya giggled, looking at Riley's purple covered hands. "O-oh... yeah..." Riley said, embarrassed. "But... I don't want to be late for lunch..." Riley hesitantly said. "Don't worry, I'll wait for you, okay?" Maya said, trying to comfort her somehow. Maya figured Riley would feel more comfortable if she had someone to walk with to her next period, and from the relieved smile Riley gave her, she was proved right.
Riley walked over to the sink and washed her hands with soap. Once she finished, she dried her hands and grabbed her bag, leaving hand in hand with a grinning Maya Hart.