A Masterpiece

Chapter one - Modern Art

As you sit in your modern art class you find yourself unable to keep your eyes open

It's been a long few nights what with different assignments and pieces of coursework, not to mention the fact that you've been trying to catch up on season 7 of The Walking Dead.

You jump as you feel your phone vibrate lightly against your thigh;

"Shit." You mumble under your breath as you lift your phone out of your pocket,

It's a miss call from your boss.

You had completely forgot about your shift at the store, you glanced up at the clock;

You were 30 minutes late.

You face fell and your heart dropped to your feet.

As if on cue, the bell for end of period rang.

You jump out of your seat and practically sprint out of the classroom.

In your hurry to get out of the classroom, you run straight into another student, quite a good looking one too..

"Sorry!" You yell behind you as you continue on running;

"No worries Y/N!" He yelled back, lightly chuckling at your hurried self.

Confused at how he knew your name you come to a slow halt and turn around,

He was nowhere to be seen... lost in amongst all the other students running and chatting in the hallways.

You internally scold yourself as your brought back to your senses and continue on running, dialling your bosses number in the process.

~

After getting yelled at for nearly 10 minutes, you leave your bosses office , face blazing.

Speed walking past your co-workers, you quickly dive behind a rail of clothing, trying to regain your composure.

"Yoo-hoo! Y/N!" , You internally curse as you turn around and force a smile, "Jason, hi!"
"I was looking for you this morning... hope your not slacking off, are you? " He said chuckling towards the end.

Your gay-dar was going off the chart.

"As if!" You say with a pained expression. "Alright then.. there's a bunch of shoes in the back that won't stack themselves, chop-chop!" He said cheerily skipping away.

That man was far too happy...

~

Your sitting in the driver seat of your mini, sipping your bitter coffee,

You close your eyes slowly only to be rudely awakened by the sound of your phone.

You pick it up. Unknown number.

'Hey Y/N , it's Matt from your modern art class.. Esme gave me your number, I just wanted to give you a text to see if you wanna get lunch sometime??'

You frowned slightly at the text.

What was your best friend doing giving your number out to strangers?!

You searched your mind for anyone called Matt, having no luck you call Esme instead.

Ring.....
Ring.....
Ring.....

"Hello?"