I just have to get out.

Part 26

Art was slightly better. At least I had Saphy that time. Most of the people stayed away from our table and any of the equipment we needed, that was brought to our table without a single word.

“Maybe you should just have stayed at home,” A fellow classmate muttered as she walked past, almost going to spill my bottle of water that I had taken from my bag. Only, they didn’t go the full way of actually spilling it because of Saphy.

I’m majorly grateful for her being in the same class as me this time. She keeps me safe and no one seems to wanting to mess about with her in the room. I hunkered further down towards the table, no more intent on listening than I was in Music. I felt myself shake, involuntarily, but maybe I was cold. There was a slight breeze in the room.

“Yvonne? Pssst.. look who is here! I told you he might come” Saphy whispered at me, gently kicking me with her foot under the table. I peered up, looking slightly confused at her before she nodded in the direction of the door. I cast a look and my heart leaped. For there, standing in the doorway, looking rather smart yet casual at the same time, in his school uniform, was Luca. I sat slightly straighter and looked directly at him, hoping to catch his eye. But he was looking at our teacher, which is understandable.

“Yes, Mr…?” Professionalism emanated from our teacher, as she cast him a look of clear dislike, I just hoped this look was for him disrupting the class.

“Robinson... Luca Robinson, Miss” He replied, a slight tinge highlighting his cheekbones. In that moment, I just wanted to rush to him and hug him. “I’m here to collect some supplies for my Maths class. Mrs Hanson needs some coloured paper and some paint. Please.”

He cast a look towards me, and I smiled back. I was slightly curious on how Saphy knew he was going to come to lesson, but I would question her later. I saw his lips twitch up in response but faltered for a second before returning to a sweet smile.

“Well, I see. There are a few supplies that you can take Mr Robinson. But I will need the paint back for my next class,” Our teacher replied, wondering over to our cupboard where we kept the paint and the trays for mixing colours. Taking out a few colours and a few trays, the teacher stood up and looked around the classroom.

“Now, which one of you lot would like to help out Mr Robinson?” She cast an eye around us, stopping at a few people, including me. I raised my hand, along with several other students. “Nancy, you can be the one to help.”

I felt disheartened as I just sat there, watching Nancy give a small ‘yay!’ before rising from her seat to go take the objects. I sighed, resting my head once more on my arms, no more interested in what was going on. I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder. Gosh, people don’t stop doing this do they? I shrugged them away, not caring for once who it was.

“Yvonne? God’s sake! Stop this! Just for once enjoy this creative lesson when he’s gone! Not everything revolves around him and you, OK?!” Saphy hissed at me, giving me, now, a sharp kick. I shot her a glare from my arms, not bothering to reply. “Now, that’s more like you” I could hear the smirk in her voice and I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head. Maybe I should enjoy art. It was probably going to at least keep things going for now.

Nancy soon left, sending a victory smirk in my direction. Screw her. He was still my boyfriend no matter who helped him carry the objects.

“God knows what idea Maths class need paint for but it’s not for me to question I suppose…” I heard our teacher mutter away to herself, before I tuned out and moved on to doodling. It was some form of art right?