Jacob's pov
"Annual Art Contest Nominees of Chelsea Academy's 2017 Class of Graduates!"
Our principle cheers through the intercom during one of our last lunches in this school. Three days left and we are free!
The curly haired boy beside me seems to perk up at the announcement, glancing over at me with big blue eyes and a grin as he sips his apple juice.
"John Green With His Piece: The Dream."
"Caspar Lee With His Piece: Boys and Flowers."
"Joe Sugg With His Piece: You."
"Andrea Russett With Her Piece: Lost and Found."
"Ben J Pierce With His Piece: It's a Boy!"
"Miles McKenna With His Piece: SharkBoy and MemeQueen."
"Liza Koshy With Her Piece: Hands."
"Brandon Rogers With His Piece: Beauty is Blind."
"Conan Gray With His Piece: A Star For You."
"And Troye Mellet With His Piece: A Boy With An Imagination Unlike Anyone Else Part Two."
"That's all folks, walk to the stage after lunch and enter your submissions. Back to lunch!" She chirps and with a click, the intercom buzzes off and the cafeteria goes back to its normal chatter.
I look over at Troye and cock my head to the side, cracking a smile.
"You're sneaky," I mumble.
"Did you really...?" I ask, taking a bite of my sandwich.
He nods with a big bright smile, "I sure did... it's not the one you've seen though."
"A new one?" I inquire.
"Mhm, there are bunches you haven't seen." He informs, making me raise my brows and nudge my elbow into him.
"You're sneaky," I repeat.
He just grins up at me and leans his head into my shoulder, sipping his juice and humming lightly.
"I didn't know you two took art though," I look over at the two sat across from us with shit-eating smiles.
Joe nods, "Yeah, who would guess Joe Sugg likes painting, heh?"
"It's more or less a hobby, no one in our class can compare to Troye. That blessing needs to make a living off of his work." Caspar pips up.
I smile great and wide, my heart swirling with such admiration.
"He should!" I exclaim, wrapping an arm around Tro and squeezing him gently.
He blushes and looks down bashfully, "Thanks guys."
...
After lunch was over and the entire student body shuffled over to the stage to put in their entries, Troye hid behind my shoulder as I dragged him over. He tried to pull me away in the other direction, suddenly getting doubtful of his own work out of nowhere, but it was no use. We get in line, me practically jumping in excitement. I bounce my knee up and down on tile, excited to see my baby's work.
But when we get up to the pieces, Troye pulls me back.
"Can you please wait until after the contest is over? I want it to be special. I don't want you just seeing it like this." He pouts his bottom lip out, his fingers twirling with mine.
