My Hell-Hound Boyfriend

Project assigned

Since the day Jaxon knocked the guy on his ass no one bothered Sophie or Cynder. It's like news spread through the douchebags that they were protected. Sophie walked around the school before class started and tried to collect her thoughts. Since that day she can't get him out of her thoughts. Something stuck out about him. Something that made him irresistible. What was she thinking? She met this guy. Sophie tries to shake the thought and meets Cyn in the Art room and tries to ignore him. The teacher steps in front of the class and the room quiets down.
"Ok students, for our first project I will give half of you names of someone in the class. Whoever's name you choose will be your partner on this quarters project." The teacher hands out all of the slips. Sophie received one, Cynder didn't, meaning they have a chance at being partners.
Sophie opens her slip and her mind raises as her heart drops but feels like it's fluttering at the same time. The name on the slip in bold letters,  Jaxon. Sophie turns to Cynder, "I drew his name Cynder, I am partnered with Jaxon."
Cynder has a deviant smile as she speaks, "ooooooooooh​ maybe you can finally figure out some burning questions about the new guy. I know you think he is hot. Too bad we aren't partners, but good luck." Cynder smiles more and gives a quick wink before standing up and moving over next to her new partner.
Jaxon stands up and walks to Sophie and sets his things down before sitting in his desk and looking Sophie in the eyes. Something floods over her and she feels like she is going to melt just from that look but also a wave of security and mystery wash over making her even more curious.
"Ok class, your project is to get to know your partner. Then make an extravagant combination of your talents. So I guess I will let you all free to discuss and learn." The teacher says with a smile feeling proud of his work.
"My strengths are street art and performing, so spray paint and music. Yours?" Jaxon says cutting straight to the point while readjusting the collar around his neck.
"Well I am a standard artist with sketches an-" she is quickly cut off.
Jaxon looks her in the eye, "No I mean what are your real strengths. I can tell you are hiding something deep down. You have a special style. A hidden art that has been lost to the ones in the asylums. You have an inner style that only a true demented one can understand. Only someone so fucked up and hurt can understand. Someone that you hope to meet." He breaks eye contact and leans back in his chair.
Sophie is astonished. She feels something inside her well up. "My house tonight, you, me, Cyn, and the art. If Cyn can't come no deal to you seeing it."
Jaxon smiles devilishly "I'm down with this sickness."
"Did you just - " Sophie is cut off again this time by the bell. Class is over. Jaxon Snickers and winks at Sophie. She melts in her seat. Cyn has to almost literally pry her off before she snaps back to reality.