Beautifully Broken Souls

*~chapter 13~* Are You For Real?!

(the pic is the drawing Ignis made)

Does this have to happen to me Everytime? Like the only thing I wish that would not happen, is the thing that happens.

Every. Freaking. Time.

So this time, instead if getting bothered by the fact thinking why he is here, I pretend I hadn't seen him and started finishing the sketch of the sleeping angel that I had gotten with me. The sketch is calm and serene. Something that I rarely do.

Mrs. Ginger got up from beside me and Went up front if the classroom to get students settled and the class to be started.

"Alright class, first things first, we have a new kid in class, Asher. And right now, I want you all to finish up the sketches from the last class. And Ignis, come here in a minute, I need you to help me out here"

Well damn. There goes my resolution to ignore him.

And I know really well what Mrs. Ginger meant with that 'help' part. She probably wants me to see his work and wants me to show mine as well.

She says to be an artist, you must learn to appreciate the beauty around you first. When you learn to do that, that is when you truly are an artist.

So picking up my file, I made my way to the table that was in the center of the room, exactly where Mrs. Ginger was two mins ago. Well now she wasn't there.

I looked about for Mrs. Ginger and saw her standing in front of THE wall and showing Asher all the paintings.

I knew I had to go to her but I didn't want to face Asher as well. So taking a deep breath and gathering up my courage, I went up to her, while completely ignoring Asher and asked her "Um Mrs. Ginger, do you want me to complete his or do that portrait i had to finish. And what did you need help for?"

"Oh honey you can just complete the portrait and leave it at my desk yeah?"

"Sure Mrs. Ginger" I was happy that she forgot about the help part until she called me once again.

"Yes Mrs. Ginger?"

"Ignis. I want you to show your portfolio to Asher and then I want you to see his as well."

I sighed. So much for ignoring him.

For the second time in the day, i looked him in the eye and said "follow me"

All I wanted to do at that moment was kiss him and beat the heck outta him at the same time.i turned and started walking back to the table where my file was. I took my seat and said, "So you wanna show me yours first or see mine?"

After saying it I realized that those are the most words I've ever said to a stranger. Like ever.

"Considering I saw almost all your work up there on that wall, I think I'll show you mine" is all he said.

I just nodded. He passed me his art file . I took it and opened it.

I gasped.