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Your POV-
You were always the girl everyone thought they knew. The nerdy girl. The one that wore glasses and had a math book hooked in her left arm everywhere she went. Boy were they wrong.
You'd learn to avoid it. The constant words spat at you. The girls that pointed, looked and laughed at you. This was your final year in school. Thank god.
You were currently walking to your last period, art. Your favorite period in the world. Not only because of the art, but because of the guy you dreaded on having yours, Taylor Lautner. I know...cliché.
You never really talked. Your best friends always pushing you to but never did. Considering he was the schools player, you kept to yourself. He was the typical quarterback football player.
Strange right? Not.
You knew you didn't have a chance with him.You went to all the parties and always saw him lead a new girl every time to one of the vacant rooms or bathrooms.
You weren't jealous though, he isn't yours.
As you walked into the studio, you took your regular seat. Which was all the way in the back. You found it as a better way to concentrate on whatever you were doing.
You heard someone shuffling around with their backpack at the seat next to you. "Need help?" You asked not bothering to look at the person, who was probably Jason. "Nah, I got it thanks." You nodded.
"Class, settle down." Everyone quieted down. "Today, I will be assigning partners on a new art project. The grade will not be individual, it will be among both between you and your partner. And no, I'm choosing your partners this time." Everyone groaned.
"Calum/Jenrisca, Ryan/Winter, Javy/Ashley, Connor/Dwyer, Abigail/Louisa," she checked everyone off,"oh one more, Taylor/Y/N."
Everyone moved around, sitting next to their assigned partners. "This project, you'll have to demonstrate love, without words, only actions. " "Yes miss." We all said.
The silent classes now loud from all the discussion between groups.
"So, how are we doing this?" I look up at Taylor. I raise an eyebrow. "Don't expect me to do all the work." "I like em feisty." He winked and I rolled my eyes. One of the many things I like about it him is his confidence, which I'm sure a lot of girls hate but I find it very appealing.
"I've got an idea," he said," let's make two people unknown, they walk among each other everyday in school. Problem is, they never speak to each other because they are too afraid." "Touch love huh?" He nods, his eyebrows knitted together. "I say...we do pastel colors." "Okay." I go get the color supplies on top of the counter while Taylor gets a paper to draft on.
Drawing the sketch wasn't very hard. What I found hard was not drawing but staring at Taylor every 5 seconds. His shirt would rise every once in a while when he would draw a figure above the paper.
"Uhm," he coughed," how does it look?" "Great, I'll just do the coloring if that's okay." "Coloring takes the longest so you can't take over." I rolled my eyes.
The bell rang, meaning class ended. "Meet me at the back exit door." He scurried to his friends before letting me answer. You still had to go to after school dance. He probably has practice too.
"Hey coach." "Hey Y/N, ready to show the other girls your moves?" "Yup." I set my gym bag down. I was the varsity team captain. I know it's not football or soccer, but we have our own little titles for each other.
