After the bell rings Shea walks over to her locker while pushing past a large crowd of students, and attempts to open up her locker. Nina struts towards Shea taking her locker combination out of her hand, "Here." Nina grunts after noticing Shea was having trouble. Shea smiles and shoves a couple of folders in her locker once Nina gets it open in just one try, "Have any plans?" Shea shrugs, "Miss Velour wanted me to hang out after school to work on my project for some art contest." Shea rolls her eyes before swinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Well have fun here's my number." Nina gently takes Shea phone and puts her number in her contacts.
"Oh ok, I'll text you when I get home." Shea smiles before turning around and instantly rolling her eyes.
The thing is, she knows Nina means well. She's just very forward, and Shea just isn't used to that.
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Shea walks into an empty Art room with sculptures, and paintings scattered about the door comes to a creaking slam behind her, and she jumps as the sudden noise filling the room. She walks towards the paintings that some students in her grade, and class are working on she studies each of them inch by inch.
"Checking out the competition?" Shea jumps and knocks over a few easels Miss velour grabs Shea's arm to help her up.
"I'm so sorry I didn't think I'd scare you that much?" Shea shakes her head, and stares down at the hand still clutched onto her arm. The human contact sends a shiver up Shea's spine as if she's never been touched before.
Sasha scans Shea's hesitant body language, and notices how she has an effect on this young girl, "So what were you thinking about doing?"
Shea shrugs her shoulders, and pulls up one of the easels she's knocked over, and sits it in front of the two of them as Miss Velour stands behind Shea. Shea shivers again as she feels Miss Velours warm breath hit the back of her neck, "Uhm maybe a piece on discrimination against the LGBT community?"
Miss Velour nods her head, "Well is there a personal experience that you can pull the message from maybe to channel what you want the painting to say?"
Shea nods her head, then shrugs, "Uhm well the teachers, and kids in my school didn't exactly take on me being gay very well. I'd not only get teased by my peers, but also my teachers."
Miss velour tilts her head to the side, and hols herself back from hugging the reserved young girl thinking she'd knock a sculpture down next, "Try pulling it from that dark area." Sasha breaks the silence, and pulls out a blank canvas for Shea to work on.
Shea nods her head and lets out a slight smile, "Thank you."
Miss Velours feels her insides melt at the sight of Shea's smile, and smiles back instantly, "I'll let you get started." The second she sees Shea go to work Miss Velour goes back to her desk, 'What are you doing she's a student?' Miss Velour thinks to her self before glancing back up at Shea, 'I'm Fucked.'
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Deception
FanfictionSixteen year old Shea didn't plan on moving to a white suburban neighborhood at the other side of the country, but she had no choice. She also didn't plan on falling in love with her teacher.
