secrets

chapter 2

'How may i help you' miss Ashford asked the person stood at the door.

'I've been sent here' she said whilst staring directly at the teacher.

What could she of done?

'Would you like to explain why' everyone kept looking back and forth from the teacher and her.

I think i'm the only one keeping my eye on her.

'I forget my boots' just as she said that she took in a deep breath then took a glance of the class making awkward eye contact with me obviously.

Can't believe they sent her out for forgetting fucking boots.

'Right go sit over there' she pointed over to the seat right next to me.

FUCK!!!

My heart skipped a beat.

She sat right next to me touching me accidentally.

'Sorry didn't mean that' she smirked at me then . looked at my work.

'What you drawing' i looked at my picture then back at her.

'Erm just freestyling' i looked away and carried on drawing.

She pulled out a book, which i'm guessing is her sketch book?

Every so often she kept glancing over at my book.

'Wow that's good' she complimented my sketch.

'Oh thanks' i smirked slightly whilst going bright red and trying to concentrate on my work.

Just as i was about to keep sketching she nudged me slightly.

'Do you have a spare pencil by any chance?' i nodded then searched in my bag for my pencil case.

I passed it over with a smirk then noticed one of her drawings unfinished.

'OMG' she looked at me surprised.

'You okay?' i nodded then pointed towards her work.

'That is absolutely amazing' i couldn't stop looking at it.

Not only is she a great footballer.

She's also amazing at drawing.

'Oh this isn't anything, it's just a sketch' she shifted slightly then looked down at her drawing.

'Definitely should take art' i said then carried on drawing.

End of art.

Well that was an interesting lesson.

Wasn't expecting to talk to her let alone her sit next to me ever in my life....

'Excuse me' i turned around slowly as i heard the voice of who it was.

'You forgot your pencil' she passed it me 'thanks' as she passed me a note too.

What could it be?

I didn't open it straight away as i had english.

Not exactly the best fan of english, its extremely boring and i don't understand english much.

Shocking i know.

But the thing is i am not from around here.

I'm actually originally from Portugal.

I had to move here just after my mum left.

It took me at least 5 years to learn how to say hello properly let alone the rest.

People get extremely surprised when i tell them i'm not from here because i hide my accent very well.

I can talk english quit well just can't master the spelling.

Thats why i chose art.

I show my feelings and i talk through my pictures.

Confusing i know but some people understand my drawing more then anything.

When i got to english i sat down as usual, grabbing my books and got ready for the lesson.

Then i remembered about the note.

I reached into my pocket to get the note.

I slowly unfolded it and on the note said 'I'm having a party tomorrow night, i'd love it if you could make it'

A smile grew on my face, she wanted me to come to a party.

Why?