(Vanessa's P.O.V)
I step into my small half empty Biology class and take a seat more towards the back leaving one seat behind me. I look out the windows on my right at the cars pulling up late 2 floors below. People slowly begin to fill the seats around me, groups of friends piling together in rows. I watch the door for anyone familiar to step through when a particular person catches my eye. He's tall, short blonde hair and brown eyes. I don't recognize him from around the school so I figure that he's new. I look away, not wanting a distraction and reach down into my black backpack. I pull out a white binder and write Biology on the front in black sharpie. I open the binder and neatly place a small stack of lined paper in the back. I take a quick glance around the class, a single seat next to me is open along with a few in the front row.
I look back down in my bag for a pencil and instead pull out my small bag of pens and colored pencils, I begin a small sketch on the lined paper that I just put in my binder. A face begins to appear with light eyes and a hard jaw line, a concerned look on my drawings face. A hint of pride hidden in it's eyes."You're really good." A figure behind me says. I jump a little being that I was so focused on my drawing. I look up to see the blonde boy from a minute ago. He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again, rethinking.
"Is this seat open?" He asks pointing to the seat next to me and smiling. I nod my head surely looking a little flustered. I glance back down at my drawing and realize what is missing, I draw a quick smirk on my characters face and shut my binder. I take a pencil out of my bag and place it at the top of my desk. I tuck my bag away underneath my seat and wait for the teacher. A short lady enters the room carrying a small bag of books. She looks to be about 40-ish, her hair short and curly. She picks up a black dry erase marker and writes a name on the board, Mrs. Laylen. I print the name small in the corner of my binder along with my name and period 1. She introduces herself to the class and begins the lesson.
About 20 minutes into Mrs. Laylen's lesson about The Circle of Life a small folded up note is placed on my desk. I look up from my notes to see the blonde boy slowly pulling his hand away. I quickly cover the note with my sleeve and pull it towards me. It drops onto my lap, and I reach down to open it. Neat handwriting in black pen fills the page, a small stick figure doodle in the corner, a small snicker escapes my lips. I begin to read the note.
Hello,
I know I haven't properly introduced myself to you but my name is Jace, Jace Blackwell. I'm 17 and as you can tell, I'm not a very good Artist. Since we can't talk in class, I write you this lovely sloppy note. What am I doing, I haven't even asked your name, for now I call you Little Blue, because of your blue eyes, as long as you don't mind me calling you that. I thought it was very nice of you to let me sit next to you when my sorry ass was late to class. I apologize for interrupting your err drawing session. I wanted to know if maybe I could know your schedule to see if I had any other classes with you Little Blue. I have Calculus after this, then English. Then of course I have lunch, maybe you'd like to eat with me? After lunch we have free time I don't really have anything planned for then but you know, I'll roll with anything. After free period I have Social Studies and then French. Then of course, everybody goes home. I hope I have some classes with you, you seem so nice. Anyway I would like to know my Little Blue's name and hopefully we an hang?
Signed,
Jace BlackwellI tuck the note away into the front pocket of my backpack, earning myself a frown from Jace, he can't see the way my cheeks burn from his nickname for me. I mouth the words 'After Class' to him and he gives me a thumbs up, a slight smile crossing my face. I sit through the rest of Mrs. Laylen's boring lecture about Bambi being eaten by wolves blah blah blah. The bell rings and I begin to pack up my stuff. I stuff away my things into my backpack and stand up, crashing right into Jace. I jump back and quietly apologize.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to, it was an accident and I was in a rush, gah, I'm sorry." I blurt out, smiling up apologetically. He looks down and laughs.
"It's fine, it was my fault, I scared you Little Blue." He answers. I laugh to myself and tell Jace about my schedule, we have a lot of classes together except when he has English, I have French, and vice versa. He smiles and laughs and cracks a few jokes, earning quiet giggles from me. Before I know it we're already through second period together and I have to leave him from French. He frowns as I turn into the class.
"My name is Vanessa by the way but if you want you can call me Little Blue." I tell him before walking into the class. I take a seat and sit through yet another boring lecture. Maybe this school year won't be utterly boring after all.
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New book, I think I am really gonna like this one, hmu with some ideas if you've got any, I'm taking suggestions, anyway, love you all my lovelies
xx~Autumn

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