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Chapter 3: Another Freaking Dragon!?

Chapter 3: Another Freaking Dragon!?

Some days, you had to wonder what the real purpose of school was. You did more projects, presentations and essays on stupid irrelevant-to-the-subject things than learn anything. Take Borgos' history presentation and project for example. He has to present a world wide issue and make a project demonstrating why that event is significant to history. Who cares!? Teach him the freaking history, and leave him alone. Why on earth would you add all this other crap? Honestly, no, just no. It's stupid.

School had been going for about two or three weeks now, and art class was becoming more and more interesting with Clarissa around. I discovered new ways to look at things, and different styles and techniques to make things look real. My other classes seemed like a waste of time, except for art. So, I guess I had one thing to look foreword to during the day.

Well, now I had another thing to look foreword too.

In art class, we'd gotten a project to do. We were supposed to pick an artist we were interested in from any era and do a presentation on that artist in front of the class. We were allowed partners, and I'd asked Clarissa if she's wanted to work with me. We'd both decided to do our presentation on Da Vinci, and Clarissa was coming over to Borgos' and my dorm room to work on our project after school today.

So why was I suddenly nervous?

School got out at 2:30pm, and she said she'd be there at 3pm. When the bell screamed at us, signaling art class was over at 2:30, I was a nervous wreck as I said goodbye to her. I practically ran down the stairs to my locker and nearly crashed into Borgos.

"Watch it man, did you set something on fire accidentally when you coughed?"

"No! I just realized our dorm room is a mess and I only have half an hour to clean it up. I don't suppose you've cleaned up all your dirty socks and underwear on your side of the room yet either."

"Dude, what's gotten into you?"

"I told you my art class partner is coming over to work on our project yesterday, and our dorm room looks like a hurricane hit it!"

Borgos grinned, "Or a dragon threw up in it."

"That's not funny!"

Borgos frowned, "Dude, chill. I'm sure your art class partner won't mind. Our room isn't that bad. His room is probably just as bad as ours."

"I doubt it. And he's a she."

Borgos spun around after putting all his school junk in his locker, "What's gotten into you, Ace? Some human girl decides to be your art partner and now you're going all OCD on me? Get a grip dude."

I was staring up at him and debating the best way to make him pay for always leaving the room a mess when he stared at me and a grin slowly spread across his face.

"...Yo, you like this girl, don't you, Ace?"

"I do not! And anyway, you're going to be on your best behavior while she's here. Plus you're cleaning up all your dirty laundry. Now," I said, baring my fangs for emphasis.

Borgos just grinned and said, "Sure, sure lover-boy, whatever you say."

At roughly 3pm, the doorbell rang, and I hastily flung our feather duster at Borgos and hissed, "Be good, and shut up, 'aright mate?"

I flung the vacuum back into the closet, quickly ran my fingers through my hair and opened the door.

Clarissa stepped inside. She had her art sketchbook with her, and I could see the instructions for our assignment peeking out from it.