BLOOD is my Favorite Color (Bloody Painter/Helen Otis X Reader)

Chapter Three

YN POV:

Yay, school.

Not.

Clutching a FC folder tightly to my chest, I navigate the crowded hallways, trying to find my last class of the day.

Lost in my own thoughts, I bump into someone, dropping my folder and falling backwards. My drawings go flying as I rub my head gingerly.

"I'm sorry." The voice is completely void of any emotion, but there was no doubt it was a male.

I look up to see a raven-haired boy with bright turquoise eyes staring down at me with a blank expression.

I look around to see my drawings scattered about, in the middle of the school hallway, with students walking everywhere.

I start panicking as I scramble to my feet, trying desperately not to step on my work. I start collecting my sketches and tucking them into my folder, praying there weren't any footprints.

I sigh in relief as I count my drawings.

I'm missing one.

My wide EC eyes frantically scan the hallways, searching for the missing sketch.

Nothing.

Nothing.

"It just had to be Jeff, didn't it? That took me three hours!" I scream to no one, struggling to hold the tears back.

"This one?" I look up to see the same boy who I bumped into just moments ago.

He's holding the drawing.

I gasp, getting to my feet and snatching it away from him, turning it over and checking for any signs of damage. I sigh in relief as there is no visible smudges. I carefully place it into my folder along with the rest.

BP POV:

"Jeff... the Killer?" I ask her, tilting my head to the side. A smile even bigger than Jeff's creeps onto her face as she nods eagerly.

"Finally, someone understands!" She squeals, bouncing in place. Her EC eyes glisten in excitement as she holds out her hand.

"I'm YN. YN LN." She greets, closing her eyes and grinning. I reach my hand out to meet hers and smile as well.

Wait, I'm smiling?

"Helen." I say. She opens her eyes, tilting her head a bit.

"You're the new kid, right? Sorry I had such a bad first impression on your first day." She smiles sheepishly.

I suppose she means the teacher getting mad at her.

"No matter. By the way, was that BEN Drowned you were drawing?" Her EC eyes light up as I say that.

"FINALLY!" She shouts, causing me to jump back a bit. She takes a look at the clock in the hallway and turns back to me. "What's your next class?"

"Art." She beams.

"Mine too! Let's walk together." She says, turning on her heel. I follow closely behind.

Upon entering the art room, I see that there are dozens upon dozens of canvases, paint, brushes, pencils, and everything an artist like me could want.

Needless to say, it's another rare occurrence where I smile.

"Y-You know, you look kind of cute when you smile." I jump, turning my attention to the blushing girl beside me. I can feel a blush of my own creeping onto my face, and I wish I had my mask.

Hormones, stop it!
Stop it now!

YN POV:

Did I really just say that?

Holy cow I did.

I am so stupid!

"Um, th-thanks?" I can already feel tears of embarrassment welling up in my eyes.

"L-Let's just go..." I say, heading to my desk. Helen follows close behind and sits next to me.

I push the thoughts of my embarrassment away as I indulge myself in yet another drawing.

"Let's see..." I mutter quietly as I tap my pencil against the paper.

"JEFF!"

I just said that out loud, didn't I?

Oops...