Nerd Boy (COMPLETED)

5. Sketch Pads and Apologies.

The school bell sounds, indicating lunch is over, and we have five minutes to get to our next class; Purdy doesn't seem to be in any rush. Art students probably don't need to hurry anywhere because art pieces take time and dedication. We walk together side by side, did I perhaps mention that we walked together, I am starting to feel as if I am in 'the twilight zone' because this should not be happening.

Purdy stops at her locker takes out a canvas bag which I am assuming are her art materials because the bag is old and splattered with dark paint. 

"Purdy," I whisper, ducking my head down slightly and looking up at her through my messy brown hair. I know I am blushing, but continue saying, "Purdy, are you sure you want me to go to Art with you, won't I embarrass you?" 

She gives me that somewhat opened mouth gasp, you know the one, the one that makes me want to kiss her. Purdy looks up at me her brilliant blue eyes boring holes into my dark brown ones.  

"Are you going to break out into a song and dance routine?" asking me with an enormous grin on her face.

"Well no, of course not," I answer still blushing.

"That's a shame, Art class and a live show that sounds like great entertainment." She laughs and collects her things. I glance around the hallway the other students are watching us, and I feel awkward. "Sorry," she quietly murmurs, "you know for all the people staring at us."

"That's not your fault," I said quietly bending down to whisper in her ear. 

"Well, technically yes it is. I invited you to spend your afternoon off with me, so yes my fault," Purdy argues.

"I could have said no and went to the library," I argue right back at her.

"Yeah right Nerd Boy, I wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer." She confesses and softly laughs. 

I have never been to the Art department before, there are three significant classrooms, one is solely for final year students, and each student has there own spot. I follow Purdy to the window and watch her as she sets down her materials and occupies herself with getting her art supplies ready. 

I suddenly see the piece that she is working on at first glance I am confused thinking she has painted a canvas in squares ranging from black to different shades of brown. Then I notice it; figures start coming out of the painting the more I stare at it, I take a step back open my mouth to ask a question, but then those characters disappear and now objects come into view. Amazingly, I am now stepping backwards and forwards checking the painting for more hidden objects and people.

"Wow," there is no other word I can use to describe how brilliant her work is.

"Thanks, Nerd Boy," she laughs. I like her laugh.

I glance around this large Art room; we are the first to arrive so yes I was right, Art students don't rush or maybe just the ones in my school. Each student has an easel, and a desk; one of those old-fashioned ones were the seat is a bench and connected to the desk I watch as she lifts the lid of the desk and there is a well of space where she stores more art supplies. She lifts out a sketch pad and a pencil case that was once bright pink and handed them to me.

"You want me to draw?" I groan, yes I groaned at her.

Purdy shakes her head, closes her eyes and takes a deep breathe, "yes, we are in art class that is what we do here." So I sit at her desk and open her pencil case, take out a pencil and open up the sketch pad it is new. There is a flower at the front of the room in a wine bottle, and just before I can put pencil to paper two loud girls come in and immediately stop talking when they see me.

"Hey asshole," one girl yells at me, I don't like it when I get called this. "You don't belong here." 

I don't belong anywhere really, but before I could respond she continues with, "get out of our Art class, this isn't arts and crafts for the socially unacceptable. Also, you are sitting at Purdy's desk; she doesn't like it when just anyone sits at her desk."

I turned my head to look at Purdy; they mustn't be able to see her behind the large easel, and she has her hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh. Then she mouths 'speak up for yourself'.

"Well," I began when I noticed both girls were glaring at me with hands-on their hips, daring me to continue. "I was invited to join your class, just for this afternoon."

"Really, who invited you?" she commanded.

"Purdy did, she is standing there, and I pointed to her." 

Then Purdy moves from behind the easel, "don't speak to my Nerd Boy like that again, ever." She warned. 

The two girls muttered trembling apologies and went to their desks. She really can come across as threatening; I like the bad girl image she has. I know it is just an act because Purdy is kind to my friends, and she did help Mrs waters. 

Maybe Purdy has a thing for us Nerd Boy types saying as she referred to me as 'my Nerd Boy'.

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Chapter five completed.