Did You Hear Me? [JunHao]

Chapter Four

Finally, Friday came. It was a long week of boring school and another dumb project he had to work on. Junhui let his grade slip to a B- and that freaked him out, so he had to get it back up there quick. He was slacking alot, being stressed with everything. His grades had to stay b+ and up. What kid would wanna get tutored by another student that has less than that. Junhui wouldn't want that anyway.

On the bright side, Jun got partnered with the small Junior boy that Minghao was friends with. It was his first time meeting him, but he was extremely sweet. He was very smart and always had a smile on his face. Jun wondered how someone of their age could be so happy all the time. Even Jun had bad days. And he was always one to try and be optimistic about everything. Sometimes that didn't work out though.

Chan and him had to work on a peice made entirely of words for art. The teacher gave them a month to work on it, but Jun wasn't sure he would have alot of time to do that. It seemed extreamly hard and with all the other things Junhui had on his to do list, he would stress himself out even more. He's working on learning another language, while bringing up his algebra grade. On top of that, he may be giving tutor sessions to his crush. All of that just gave him a head ache thinking about it.

Jun had no ideas for this project, his brain was complete mush, nothing was comming up. He was never really good with art anyway. Thankfully Chan was a phenomenal artist. He was for sure acing this class. The boy showed Jun some of the things he had in his sketch book and it honestly astounded him. Obviously he misjudged the other. He never pegged him to be the artist type, but boy was he wrong. The way he could put onto paper exactly how it was in his head, was talent.

"I'm sorry. I've got nothing," Jun whined as he banged his head on the table in the art room.

The room was pretty silent with the exception of distant whispering from other students, and of course, the sound of Junhui hitting his head on their desk, making Chan giggle a bit and placed a binder under his face. To keep him from getting a concussion.

"Don't worry about it. Art is about taking your time. It's not going to automatically come to you."

Jun stopped hitting his head and looked over at his partner. So he was an artist and a poet? Was this boy god?

"Yeah, your right," He mumbled, running his hands through his hair.

Chan nods and clicked his pen. "Of course I am."

Most if the period consisted of just brain storming things they could do. Clearly, Chan had most of the ideas. He was a genius. Chan came up with a few really good ones that could both get him a good grade and sounded really easy. Something they could get done in a short amount of time. Eventually, they came up with the idea of making a sculpture of something, and paper mache old book pages or news paper. That would cover the word part. Chan even drew out a few thumb nail sketches as to what their sculpture would look like. And it seemed like a good deal.

They agreed to meet next Thursday and start what they needed and all of that junk. Chan knew Jun's plans with Minghao and everything else he was worried about, so he made a good job of working around both of their busy schedules. Other than his crushing anxiety about their project and other things that began to stress him out, his Friday was good. As are most Fridays. He still hadn't spoken to Minghao yet. The blond made plans this morning to do so, but of course he procrastinated until fifth hour. The class he had with Minghao. So that saved alot of problems with finding him.

Junhui exited his fourth hour class room and headed to his locker to grab the things he would need for history class. The most boring class of them all. But, on the bright side, someone would be there that hopefully would brighten the hour for him. At least he was praying that was the case and not that Minghao was so cold hearted to shoot him down in a class room full of other students. That would be embaressing. As if he needed any more of that B.S. at the moment. He was already scared and very nervous to talk to him.