Strawberry Sweet

.Tryouts.

🍓Chapter Twenty Three: Tryouts🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet🍓

I swear to god, Sculpting clay without rush, Is fucking therapy.

However -The piece of clay I'm working with right now looks like a woman with some weird ass shoulder blades.

There are only five more minutes of class left so naturally we are told to turn in what we have and clean up for the day.

"What even is that?" I look over my shoulder to see a jet black haired boy with dark blue eyes, wearing a leather jacket.

"Um... a dead cat? I donno." I say sheepishly.

"It looks more like a woman... but a woman with-"

"Some weird ass shoulder blades?" I finish for him. He laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Right" he smiles. "You know, if you just... may I?" He asks pointing to the 'art'.

"Go for it. I don't think you could make it much worse" I tell him and step back a bit with my hands in my back pockets of my jeans.

The black haired boy grabs a clump of clay, wets his hands, and tears it into two parts.

"The body on the woman, looks amazing, the only thing is..." he stops mid sentence to focus.

He shapes the two pieces of clay into two tear drop shaped bowls -no bigger than my pointer finger.

I look over his shoulder to get a better look at what he is doing.
"It makes the perfect angel. Doesn't it?" He asks.

"You're a genius! I didn't even think of that" I tell him. The sculpture now looks like a freaking super model with wings. He thinned out the arms a bit and I can see the indentations of the cloth figure that clings to the body.
Along with that he has sculpted small parts of the clay and sculps cheeck bones and a perfectly straight nose.

"Glad I could help. When their all baked tomorrow I could give you a few pointers on carving if you'd like" he offers with a warm smile.

"That would be super helpful actually" I return his smile. He's quite attractive. He is tall and has the same build as Drake and Hakeem. "I'm Nichole by the way" I offer my hand to him. He takes it gently and kisses the back of it.

"Donovan. You're the one who just moved here, right?" He asks.

"Yeah, I am"

"So, you're the girl everyone's been talking about" he says with a smug smirk looking me up and down. "They are right. Totally fuckable"

"What are people saying about me exactly?" I ask hoping he doesn't notice my blush.

"You're the one who fucked Amy's boyfriend. Rudy. They say you've been fucking two dudes at once. Yeah, you're a known hoe around here" he informs me with a blank expression.

My eyes wide and my mouth open slightly. Before I could get a word in edge wise, the bell for next class rings and Donovan walks towards the door.

"That's not true you know!" I holler at him from across the class.

"I never believed them anyways" he calls back with a wink.

Just as he exits the classroom, Drake comes in. He glares at Donovan as he passes him, to which he gives back a smug smirk.

"You ready?" He asks me once he reaches my desk. I can't see Mr. Radcliffe anywhere so I suppose that I could just leave.

"Ready" I smile up at him and grab my books.