Concealed

fourteen

Noelle's POV

"I am going to pass around a canvas, and there's paint and modeling paste over there. Mix the paint with the modeling paste, and apply it to the canvas. You may do whatever you want," Mrs. Alexander told the class. I sat at a rectangular table alone, and followed her directions after she was done speaking.

People sat in tables of six, but since I didn't really have many friends I sat alone.

I got up and walked to the paint table, where people were swirling colors, and creating new ones. I scooped a glob of modeling paste out of the bucket, and onto my palette as well as a light and medium green shades, and blue ranging from sky blue to royal blue.

I walked back to my table with palette and paint brush in hand, before I felt my body come in contact with the floor. My face felt cold, and I looked up from the floor to see my paint splattered everywhere. People laughed around me, as I sat to my knees examining my clothing.

"Oops, sorry," a brunette laughed. Her hair was sleek, and straight with blonde streaks running throughout her scalp, and her brown eyes were dark and dim. Her friends laughed along with her, as I looked at her with fire lit in my body. "I guess the new girl is a klutz."

I rolled my eyes, not giving her much thought considering how much of a bitch she is for tripping someone with paint in their hand. She acted like a second grader.

I rested my hands on my thighs and wiped my face with the side of my hand, just smearing the colors furthermore. Jeans came into my vision, and I looked up to see a brown haired boy, with a familiar face.

"Need some help love?" His English accent asked.

"Uh I'm good, thanks," I said picking up my palette and returning to my feet.

"I don't think we've met when I was sober," he chuckled. "I'm Liam."

"Noelle," I said reaching my hand out to shake his. His eyebrows knitted together and he laughed, as I took it as a signal to pull my hand back to my body and act like that didn't just happen.

"Don't worry about Sophia,"

"Who?"

"Oh the girl that tripped you. Her name is Sophia,"

"She seems nice," I rolled my eyes wiping my hands on my already ruined jeans.

"What colors did you have?" He asked.

"You don't have to, I'll get them," I said turning away his gesture.

"Oh, I didn't mean for you, I meant so I could get an idea for my project."

"Right, well green and blue," I said walking back over to my table. Liam walked to the paint table, but soon walked back over to me and I wished he would just go away. I don't really want to talk to anyone.

"Hey, I'm just kidding, I was going to get it for you," he said holding my replicated palette out for me.

"Thanks," I said sitting back down. I mixed the lightest blue shade with the white modeling paste to create a pastel blue. I stroked it on my canvas, creating a thin layer.

"So, I've seen you around before but like I said we've never formally met. You know Harry though right?" He asked, sitting across from me, his eyes never leaving the green and blue shades I applied to my surface.

"Yeah," I shrugged. I don't really feel the need to talk to him about Harry, I don't even know what we are and it's between us.

"He likes you," he told me. My heart skipped a beat, and I mentally scolded myself for reacting that way.

"I guess, I doubt it though,"

"So you don't like him?" He asked, eagerness apparent in his voice.

"I don't know," I laughed to hide my embarrassment. Do I like Harry? I know my grandmother mentioned it this morning but up until then I never gave it much thought. I want to protect him is all I know. He can't get hurt because of me.

"I was wondering. I've wanted to ask since your first day but when you showed up to my party with Harry I was kind of pissed to be quite honest with you. I would like to know if you would like to go on a date with me?"

A date? Are you serious?

"Well when were you thinking?" I asked. There's no way in hell I'm going on a date with him. I won't even go on a date with Harry.

"Friday, you could come to my party with me instead of curly," he laughed.

"Oh Friday I'm working," yes, good save Noelle.

"You are?" He said, his facial expression dropping.

"Yeah, strict schedule,"

"Oh maybe another time then?"

"Sure, Liam," I said just the shut him up. He smiled, and walked away to sit back down at the same table as Sophia. He sat next to a black haired boy with a quiff and tanned skin. His brown eyes sparkled and were much more appealing than that bitches. Tattoos covered his arms, and were transparent through his white shirt.

I looked at the clock, and decided to stop my project since it's two thirty and I have to report to my father at four. I have to get out of here.

***

"Look who showed up on time," my father praised, with a cold tone. We met in my garage, my grandmother upstairs in her room. She knows whenever my father is around, not to show or I'll be punished. She doesn't know what I do, no one does. If she knew, I don't know what she'd do.

"Yep," I replied shortly.

"Why the fuck is there paint all over your face,"

"I had art."

"Well clean it up, you have five minutes."

I walked out if the garage and across the hall to the bathroom. I looked at my appearance, not even seeing myself anymore. Just a girl with dull green eyes, messy hair, and paint all over her face.

AUTHORS NOTE- yOU GUYS MIDNIGHT MEMORIES VIDEO CAME OUT TODAY IM SCREAMING HARRY IS SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK. ANNNNDDDD HARRYS BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW LIKE SOMEONE HOLD ME PLEASE. I WONT BE ABLE TO FUNCTION. But yay for an update lol. I hope it wasn't shit, I have writers block at the moment. I hope you guys enjoyed, please vote and comment! I update faster that way:) xx

-Shelby