Little Stretch

Oliver

Rosemary's POV
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"Grayson."

"No.", he said with his grip still tight.

"People are going to see.", I giggled.

"You really think I give a damn.", he spoke against my neck.

"I thought we were keeping it secret.", I laughed. I stopped when he removed his grasp. He looked at me with stern look causing me to frown.

"You know I just realized something. I could care less about what people think about our relationship.", he said running his hand through his long locks.

"But I mean I don't want people being all weird around us. I don't want girls to only like me because I'm 'Grayson's girlfriend'.", I said looking up and down the walls in the tiny corner we were in.

"They'd like you anyways.", he smiled.

"Look I have to go to class."

"Just one more kiss?.", he said leaning in towards me.

"No people are coming out of their 1st periods'. I'll see you at lunch okay?"

"I'm not letting you leave without a kiss.", he said causing me to roll my eyes and peck him on the cheek. I walked into my L.A class and as I sat down I noticed a extra seat in the back next to mine. It didn't bother me it was just a weird awkward space.

"Okay. Now I know this isn't art class, but today there isn't going to be that much writing. Instead we will be drawing a story. Ms. Jima will assist you if you have any questions because, well I'm not an art expert. In the next class we will expand on the---oh hello Mr. Smith.", Mr. Liberman said as he gestured to a young man that was fine as hell. I didn't recognize him, so he must be new. But I'm glad he didn't know me. Prayed that he wouldn't sit next to me. But then again when would I have another chance to sit next to that.

"Yeah. Are you Mr. Liberman?",

"Yes. Um--take a seat right next to Rosemary."

"Ahhh. You mean the hot one.", he smiled causing the whole class to laugh and for me to blush. He took and seat down next to me and put his hand out.

"Hey. I'm Oliver."

"Hi."

"Um---"

"What?"

"I thought he was a language arts teacher?", he laughed looking down at his blank copy paper and then looked at the doodles on others.

"Oh. He is. It's this kind of exercise he wants us to do. Kind of like draw a story."

"Oh. Well that should be easy.", he said pulling out a medium sized case from his bag. It was filled with different drawing tools and pastels and crazy organized. It was heaven.

"You have Langnickel Graphite?"

"Hell yeah I do. You doodle?"

"Nope, I dabble.", I smiled.

"Dabble?"

"Yep."

"Is that even a word?", he laughed.

"I don't know. But if it isn't, it is now.", I giggled.

"So if 'durpulvice' came out your mouth..."

"...yes it would then be a word."

"Ha, you're charmingly funny."

"What did you expect.", I said causing him to laugh.

"I don't know, but I can't wait for what's in store.", he said causing me to blush crazy hard.

"Hey, um, do you wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

"Sure. As long as they don't bite.", he joked. We talked for while. It was nice. Really nice. Second period was over and I was heading over to my actual art class. I looked over to see if Oliver was behind me, but he wasn't. Turns out Oliver and I have almost all of our classes and Oliver beat me to it by the looks of it. He already had a big canvas out in front of him and blue stokes of paint already on his jaw.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"Oh, well I already had some of my tools here because I dropped them in the morning. Plus I took a short cut.", he said with his eyes still studied on his artwork.

"What are you painting?", asked putting my bag down and walking closer to the canvas.

"You'll see.", he said with a mischievous smirk on his face. A part of me regretted asking him about what he was painting. I got my own canvas and started to wet my brush and soon enough I got my own messy strokes on my face.

"So, how'd you find that shortcut?"

"Uh-uhh."

"What?"

"Not telling. Cause if everyone were to know about the shortcut everyone would take it. And there would be too many students clogging the area and that creates traffic making them more late then they would have been just walking the regular way."

"Well lucky for you I'm not all that popular.", I laughed. I quickly disabled my smile when Oliver looked at me dark.

"You're kidding me right?", he choked.

"What?"

"It's just your sweet, and smart, and really pretty---"

"You think I'm pretty.", I smiled.

"Yeah. Well...I think your a lot of things.", he blushed. Oh my god. Hskabsksbsksbska!!!!

"Oh um...thanks.", I said as wiped paint off my chin with the back of my palm.

"Do you have a boyfriend?", he asked. And that's when I choked.

"What?", I said still coughing.

"Do you have a----of course you do."

"What?"

"Well you're you! Who wouldn't want to go out with you?", he said. Tried to think of something to say to change the subject.

"So what did you draw?", I said drawing my attention to his canvas.

"Oh yeah.", he said as he turned it around towards me. My jaw dropped lightly and let breaths out like a ghost

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Wow.", I said again.

~Lunch~

"Hey guys this is Oliver. Oliver meet London and Grayson."

"Nice to meet you guys. So where is this boyfriend."

"Not here.", I lied.

"Oh.", Oliver said as he started blushing.

"Oh hey. Me and Oliver have the same classes together."

"Oh cool. That means you guys had art. What did you guys draw?", asked London.

"Oh well I left mine in the room and it's not finished yet."

"Oh hey, I'm going to go get a bottle of water. Be right back.", said Grayson as he headed over to the vending machine.

"Okay. So anyways...Oliver did finish his. It pretty interesting.", I laughed.

"Hey. What can I say. When I'm inspired, I'm inspired.", he said as he threw his hands in the air."

"So what did you draw Oliver?", asked London as Grayson came back with his water.

"Why tell you when I could show you.", he smiled, pulling the canvas out from underneath the table. He turned around the painting, Grayson's eyes widened. Grayson spit out the water and started choking.

"What the fuck!", Grayson yelled.

"What I do.", said Oliver as his voiced cracked.

"You drew my girlfriend like a naked French girl; that's what! We aren't on the damn Titanic!"