We found love in a hopeless place

chapter 5: part two.

**sorry if I'm writting in English na. haha ang hirap kasi ng dual language pag ganito.

Bre's POV

Art class is one of the two subjects I only have with Jesse. I'm actually not good at it but I like expressing myself through art. Today, what are we gonna do is paint of something we feel. Great, 'cause maybe I could actually paint an abstract painting because that's what I'm feeling everyday, I mean I don't exactly have a single mood the whole day. I get excited, happy, sad, annoyed and angry in just one day. So finally our teacher who was in her mid 30s but because of her short stature she looked someone in their 20s, anyone would like to look young, I would. Her ever sweet smile and soft voice made every student admire her. Gave our materials and our position so we could have more space when painting. 

Though I was thinking about painting abstract, but then I realized it's not right. It's time to paint something real. But I need an inspiration. I looked around the room and everyone is busy with their work. Like this boy who looked like a younger version of Jet Li seemed to be sweating with his work, I hope that there is no calligraphy in there. I looked over at Jesse and looks like she's not even breaking a sweat! how is that even possible.

"I am so hopeless"

"Maybe you should start by trying to put paint on your canvass firts"

I looked to where the voice was coming from and it was from my right and I didn't realize I was beside Kent, he wasn't looking at me with those green eyes of his so he was continuing with what he's painting. And I got a glimpse of his work and it was incredible, why are some people so talented?

"I don't know what to put yet"

Then he stopped at what he's doing and glance in front to see if our teacher was busy, and she was. then he started moving towards me and started to paint something.

"What are you doing?!"

I whispered to him while he was painting to avoid drawing some attention. cause for those of you who haven't noticed it is very quiet in here, you can even hear us breathing.

"Helping you to have a grade in arts, in case you haven't known you only have 30 minutes to finish this"

I looked at the time and realized he was right. Goodness! what have been doing for the last thirty minutes? I was just looking for an inspiration and I couldn't find one 'til this guy here offered for help.

"You know what? I'm good, I'll just pick up where you left off"

"Ookay"

Whoah, to start of...What he did was great, no one would believe me if I said I did this. So I had to edit some of what he did. It was like a sunset because of the warm orange color in a beach. Is this what he thinks I'm feeling now? Well it's better to have something than nothing,

When it was time to go, Jesse went to my work station and the first thing she noticed was my painting.

"You painted this?"

"Hey! I take offense"

She was holding her laughter but in her face it seems like she wanted to laugh. I know, I know. it is not believable that I did that. She looked me in the eye and asked again and of course I couldn't lie.

"No, I got help but....I painted a little"

"Sure you did. Now let's go"

"Uhh...wait, I got to fix my things. You go ahead"

"Okay, see ya later"

I lied to her, I wasn't gonna fix my things. I just wanted to stay a little while to say thanks to Kent. I walked towards to him who was cleaning his painting materials. Because he always wanted to use his own tools than what our art teacher give to us. Maybe saying thanks isn't enough, I think I should help him. What if  he says no? OMG why am I even here right now? I don't know what to say.