That Boy In My Art Class

This Change...?

"Miss Lester" my lecturer shouted in her shrill voice. Jolted out of my daze, I stared up at her.
"Would you like to explain to us your drawing...?" She questioned, sarcasm laced in her voice.
"Uh...uhm..." I stuttered, unable to complete a sentence whilst being stared at by the entire class.
"Well... my drawing has lots of colours on it, to show that I am spurred onwards by the idea of something brighter and better for me out there (especially better than this art class)" I mumbled to myself, what I thought was inaudibly until I hear a small giggle being stifled. And who has the most adorable giggle in the world? Only the boy who has ruined my concentration for the past month of art classes. The cute boy with the beanstalk brother.

My teacher looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to carry on explaining. I feel the red heat blossom across my cheeks as I play back his laugh in my head, and force my words out. "I...I drew some band logos too... in order to show how they have given me the drive to carry on... to keep my head up high, even if it all goes a bit..." my voice quietens, "wrong"

I sink back down into my seat and I feel him staring at me, his eyes burning holes in the back of by head. I turn around slowly to see him staring at me with those whiskey coloured eyes. I melt momentarily under his gaze, then realised that he may just be deep in thought. But he looks like something is troubling him... I wonder what...?

I Will Find Out Someday.

He's Too Beautiful To Be Troubled

Heyyy so this is chapter 2, I realised that the first chapter was quite short, so I wrote chapter 2 at the same time. Leave a comment telling me what you think, or how to improve it, any assistance would be greatly appreciated actually, so I can make my next chapter better. Thanks- xoxoR