UnLoved

Chapter 3. Theres no Such Thing as a Coincidence

The teacher from social was old and very strict and, proper, lets just say. She also kept forgetting to say Quinn not Bostwick every single time she called on me and seemed to just ignore me after I'd correct her. Plus she's pop her P's which was just borderline annoying.

Luckily I had art after, which was definitely not one of my strong suits but at least it'll be easy, -ish.

Well that's what I thought until the teacher announced that we'd have to do a partner project and we'd both have to work on one canvas and try to "capture our personalities" or whatever that meant. And don't get me wrong I was fine with that, but the fact that I was coincidentally placed with none other but Victor Fuentes, was my problem.

"So, uh, how do you want to do this?" Vic asked awkwardly "I mean like, did you, maybe, have anything in mind?" He spoke quietly whilst he scratched the back of his neck.

I just shrugged, partly because like I said I wasn't good at art and I wasn't expecting it to be this complicated, but partly because I was still a bit annoyed at how he mocked me and called me hot and made fun of me about the book as if it wasn't embarrassing enough accidentally taking someone else's things, which I know it's kinda silly but he just really annoyed me for some reason and I wanted a reason to be angry at him. He sighed and gave me a slightly annoyed look before huffing and saying "Look why don't we just start over?"

I was willing to, but then he went and had to say something stupid "Cause like, I didn't even do anything, if I did I guess I'm sorry, but you were actually the rude one. I mean just going off on me like that when I was just trying to be nice, like jeez." He sighed in annoyance.

"I-I was the rude one?" I asked in disbelief "Excuse me? You are the one who was mocking me in class and made fun of me when I took your book as if I wasn't clearly  already embarrassed and that, by the way, was by accident  I did not steal it, and then you go and have the nerve to say I was rude?!" He seemed quite taken aback by my words and at first I thought maybe I'd been a little harsh but, hey, I'm not the one who started it so...

"Well," he huffed "I'm sorry I offended you by making jokes about the book, i know it was a mistake, I was just trying to make you feel a little more comfortable...But I never mocked you or made fun of you in class." He seemed kinda sorry but he looked genuinely confused about the calling me hot in class to make fun of me thing. Maybe he doesn't have a really good memory or something or maybe he just forgot. Or so I thought, but then his eyes widened and he started "Ooh, wait Kel-"

I cut him off before he could remind me "Let's just forget about it and start on this project, Kay?"

He nodded in compliance before explaining some ways we could do this, like making a clear cut between the two sides or make it looked like they cracked into each other, but he said that would be kinda hard but look pretty sweet, or we could make them like kinda mix into each other a few different ways. But the problem was, I still didn't know how to define my personality, let alone paint it.

"Well, um, I'm not very good at painting in general or seeing what colours go together but I also don't understand how to paint my personality." I said raising an eyebrow.

"Well, first off, what's going to be great about this project is the colours don't have to go together because it's a piece where you're going to express your inner self. Or, well that's how I see it." He laughed and I myself found it a little contagious "And second off, to 'paint your personality,' he said using air quotes and grinning "just paint what you feel, whatever colours you're drawn to, use em, whatever design or wherever you feel like painting, whatever you feel like painting, paint it." He explained "Just do whatever you want or feel you should do. And at the end she is going to ask us what describes us in the painting and as you go along and add new things, think of how somehow it may relate to your life. And if you can't find a way it relates, make up a bullshit story as you go along," he laughed and said mockingly "Oh, well I chose the pale yellow because it represents the fact that if I got any paler I'd be see through." He laughed mocking me.

My jaw dropped and I joked back "I chose the dark red because it expresses my deep desire to become ruler of all ponies."

We both burst out laughing and he quickly stopped looking me dead in the eyes "How'd you know?" And I'dve thought he was serious if he hadn't started laughing again seconds later.

DING, DONG

I looked at Vic "What the hell was that? Is that like a fire alarm or something a break in? Should we be hiding? What do we-" I turned to face the doors and started to back up but quickly backed into Vic.

He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around "It's the lunch bell." He said slowly before he started chuckling.

I just blushed and turned out of his grip. And maybe it was just me imagining this because he's hot, or maybe I kinda actually like him a teeny weeny tiny winy little eensy weesny bit, but I thought I heard him mutter something under his breath and I swear it sounded like he said 'You sure are cute Kells.' And no one had called me Kells except my mom, my dad and my aunt. And I still didn't really like it when my aunt called me anything but Kellin because it reminds me of my parents nicknames for me. But somehow when Vic, or when I might've just imagined, Vic call me Kells, I started blushing and hoped I'd catch him saying it again, a million more times.