Art [zjm]

Chapter Two // Quarrel

I awake the next morning bundled in my sheets. My alarm goes off next to me on its charger and I swear I have to slap my phone at least 20 times before it finally shuts off. I groan and roll out of bed from my deep sleep. One that I was not wanting to wake up from.

I get up and check the time and hurry to the bathroom. It's not like I was late or anything, it's just that I really like to be in and out of the bathrooms before someone else comes along and possibly ruins your morning.

Once I am out of the shower I straighten my medium-length black hair. I practically poke my contacts into my eyes and put on my clothes.

I put on a black Iron Maiden muscle tee, black denim jeans, white converse, and a blue jean jacket.

I grab my book bag and head for a small coffee shop that I go to everyday before Photography, to meet up with Louis, and after Art to meet with Louis again. Louis, Liam, and I were once inseparable. We were the trio that were the best of friends.

That was until Liam found out that Louis was gay and completely ditched him. He acted as if Louis wasn't even there or if Louis wasn't ever one of our best friends.

I walk to the small coffee shop and order my coffee and wait for Louis.

After about 10 minutes I see absolutely no sign of Louis and I have finished my coffee. I text Louis a friendly reminder that I was waiting at the coffee house and I head to Photography.

We share our ideas for the yearbook/college newspaper that we are trying to start and we start on a Photography project.

"Can we do our project on someone that we think is beautiful?" Louis asks biting his lip.

Like Harry?

"If you think they are truly a work of art. And if they have emotion or a backstory behind them. Class, you will have a few weeks for this project and you must take a picture of them. It has to be dramatic and I have emailed you more things that I look for in the project. Have a great weekend." Our professor smiles as the dismissal bell rings.

We all get up and Louis rushes over to talk to me about our project and what we are going to be doing it on.

"So I'm guessing you're doing your project on Harry?" I smirk as he nods wildly and smiles.

"Who/what are you doing yours on?" He asks curiously as I think back to Zayn.

"I think I am doing mine on the new kid. His name is Zayn."

Louis gasps and smirks as I roll my eyes as we get to Trigonometry.

"He's one fine piece of Bradford."

"What does that even mean?" I ask as the bell rings indicating class has started.

Everyone nearly groans as it is Friday and everyone wants to go home, even if it is the second class of the day.

Trigonometry surprisingly goes by quite quickly and Louis and I walk back to the Photography room for Yearbook.

Everyone in Photography is required to be in Yearbook, but in Yearbook you're not required to be in Photography.

Basically, Yearbook is an advanced method of Photography.

We start to build on our ideas and we present them to the whole class and of course, no one votes on Louis' idea.

It is finally Art, the last class of the day and everyone is anticipating working with their partners, except me.

"Alright guys, sit next to your partners. Come on, they won't bite!" Our professor encourages us as everyone scoots next to their partners.

No, my partner just yelled at me when I tried to introduce myself, that's all.

"Alright, so what do you want to sketch for the project?"

"Professor Anderson just said we have to sketch each other." Zayn says quietly as I nod.

"Oh. Well yeah I just-"

"It's alright." He sighs scribbling in his notebook.

How am I supposed to work with someone that won't even let me finish a sentence?

"This isn't going to work." I state as his eyes dart from whatever he's doodling to me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I can't work with someone that won't even let me work with them."

I groan as he shrugs. After class ends, Zayn gives me his number and promises that he will try to be a better partner.

I am guessing he has never had to cooperate or do group work with anyone in his life because if he has, he must have scared them away.

"Hey. I saw Zayn giving you his number." Louis winks at me as I try hard to stay mad at him.

"What's wrong, Shaylen?" I am silent once again.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just that I was with Harry and-"

"You know what, Louis? It's always about you. It's always about you and your crush or now, your newfound love; Harry. We can never talk about my problems and have you once ever thought about how I feel about Harry and you? Harry is a well-known player, Lou. I don't want you to get hurt." I practically scream in his face.

His emotions turn from hurt, to sad, to anger in a jolt of a second.

"No, Shay. You know what I think? I think you're jealous. All because you can't even find a guy in your life to make you happy, so you're bitter about it! I think that you're afraid of getting hurt because of what happened with Liam! Whenever you confessed your small feelings to him, he flat out rejected you! And guess what? I'm fucking happy about it! I'm so glad he did that to you or else you wouldn't have become the bitch you are right now!" He yells louder.

My eyes crossover to him and I stare at him dead in the eyes.

"And to think I ever cared about you. I was just watching out for you." I say tears threatening to well up in my eyes.

But I don't let them.

"Shay- I'm sorry... I didn't mean-"

"I'm so fucking sorry Louis. I really am. I don't know why you chose that topic to put in this little petty fight and it makes me feel like shit." I admit as he pats me on the shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. If you want to talk, I'll be at the game. I just- My temper gets out of control, you know that. I'm sorry Shaylen." He smiles and wraps his arms around me.

Now I feel bad.

"I'll be at the game." He whispers and runs off to his dorm leaving me standing there shaking from the fight we just had. Plus it is really fucking cold out.

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