Art [zjm]

Chapter One // Creativity

I walk into Art Class with an open-mind.

Today is the day we get new partners. Of course I had people on my mind that I wanted to be with but nobody that stood out.

Except, there is this one guy. He's new and his name is Zayn.

He is a great artist and not to mention cute as well.

"Alright class, you know what today is!" Our Professor exclaims as she takes out this 'name bucket', as she likes to call it.

"I have a very special project for you and your new partner to do." She hums as everyone decides to sit next to their friend.

"I'm not done yet. I will choose your new partner for the semester and you two will be spending a lot of time together."

Fuck. I probably won't be paired up with Chandler.

"Alright pay attention to who your partner is!"

She calls out random names who stand up in the front and then I realize the last four people are still sitting down.

Zayn, Chandler, Erica, and I.

"Zayn and Shaylen and Chandler and Erica!"

I feel like something did this on purpose.

"So the first project is that you will draw/sketch your partner and we will go from there. You have one week to get the sketch done so I suggest you exchange numbers."

The bell rings indicating that class is over and we all huddle out into the crowd.

I catch up with Zayn who is walking alone with his hands in his pocket.

"Hi, I'm Shay." I greet as he scoffs and makes his way to Ford Hall.

I clear my throat and he turns to me glaring.

"What do you want?" He spits as I stare at him.

"I just wanted to let you know that we're um... Partners. I-I'm Shay." I stutter.

"I heard you the first time."

"I just thought-"

"Well you thought wrong. Go back to your dorm, Shaylen."

"Only my mother calls me Shaylen..." I call as he laughs and shakes his head walking into what I assume to be his dorm room.

I sigh as I walk to my hall and sit on my bed as I hear my roommate gloat about how much success she has had with her Music.

I go to a Fine Arts School in London and it is quite popular. It is for Musicians and Artists all around the world and it's a quite good school, actually.

"Are you done, Sarah?" I ask after she's almost screeching.

"Yeah! By the way, there is this really cute guy in my Fine Arts class and he plays the guitar."

You mean the third one this week?

"What's his name?"

"Zack, maybe? That's not important. What is important is that he has a high mark in Fine Arts and he's hot! It's a win-win." She smirks as I roll my eyes.

"And how do you plan on scoring him?"

"The way I do with every guy, duh! I am going to just be myself." She says flipping her hair.

I refrain myself from making a small remark about her dyed hair and the way it looks.

"Well I am going to Ryan's house." She smiles grabbing a bag.