If Only You Knew (#Wattys2016)

Chapter Eleven

 If you haven't guessed already....... This is Alex! Ladies? ;) 

Also, sorry about the cliffhanger last chapter.

What am I saying?

I'm not sorry xD

Carry on, carry on.

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               I finally made it out of P.E. Honestly, I think the government just threw in P.E. to spite children everywhere. And the locker rooms? Insulting! 

               I was trying to walk to art class and straighten out my boots (don't try this at home kids) when I heard my name being called. 

Oh, it was Alex. Again.

              I turned and there he was, running towards me and waving his arms as if I couldn't see him seven feet away. How cute.

               "'Lil Dove!" He exclaimed, stopping in front of me with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "I know that we agreed to talk after school," he continued, "and I figured we would need more than a couple minutes to catch up, so you can tell your mom to not pick you up because I'll walk you home."

                 I smiled, thinking about how considerate Alex was to think about saving my mom the extra drive and wait. 

                 "That sounds great Alex, thanks." I said, grinning from ear to ear.

                 "Did you hear about Hope?" He asked.

                  "What? No! Did you?" I asked excitedly.

                  "I don't know exactly what happened but I think-" Alex  started, but just at that moment the late bell started clanging and I was getting pushed back by kids rushing to their last classes.

                   I silently cursed the bell as I shoved my way through the halls. Oh well, Hope would have to wait because this week I was super excited about Art. This week we would get to draw a detailed picture our favorite item in our room and the items surrounding it. I was going to draw my guitar, and I was totally pumped.

                   I pushed open the door to the Art room and I was greeted by my favorite teacher, Miss Laura.

                "Hey Stephanie!" She said cheerfully. "Go ahead over to your station and you can start on your picture!"

                I smiled and walked over to my art station. I love Miss Laura, she's only twenty-eight and super nice. She always had both positive and constructive criticism for my artwork, which I really appreciate.

               At my station there was a large, stiff piece of drawing paper tacked to a piece of cardboard, an assortment of lead drawing pencils, and a rubber jar opener. Miss Laura always gave us rubber jar openers for drawing, because if your hand moves around on your drawing enough, it smudges. Miss Laura's number one enemy is smudges. I picked up a B7 pencil and started sketching away happily. 

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                I stood outside the front doors of the school, waiting patiently for Alex. I had gotten out of art class six minutes ago, and rushed immediately to the front of the school, anticipating Alex's arrival. Finally, there he was.  

                "Sorry I'm late!" He exclaimed. "Mr. Finkle was giving me a hard time. I got a 86 on the test and he started flipping out."

                   "Seriously?" I asked, "He should be grateful he has at least one student who isn't failing!"

                 Alex laughed.

                "I know right? It was totally annoying, but hey I'm here now! Wanna start walking?" He asked me.

                  "Sure." I smiled. "We have a lot of stuff to talk about."