The next two classes pass by in a blur. He zoned out through most of forth hour. The teacher, Mrs. James, had left to make copies of something and the class was filled with the hum of conversations immediately. Ash was sketching in his notebook not really paying attention to what he was sketching,
"Whoa that's so good who is that?" Serena asked. A distant friend of his. Well really not his friend anymore. He comes back to reality and looks at what he's drawn and quickly closes his notebook. and looks up at Serena, her eyebrows raised.
"No one" he says. Meaning to end the conversation. But she misses message and sits in the chair in front if him, crossing her arms on his desk and tilts her head a bit so her hair falls gently over her arm.
"I wish I could draw like that, you're so good.Do you do self portraits maybe you could draw me?" He stares at her for a moment wondering why she's talking to him. they haven't talk since the 'Blake Incident'.
"I'm not that good, I was just doodling.." He says. "well the compared to me you're Picasso. The best thing I can do it's stick figures. and would you at least consider it? I'm actually looking for someone to draw me as a gift to someone. maybe I could come over your house and-"
He interrupts her " there's no way you're coming to my house" she blinks "okayy then you can come to my house or we could meet somewhere?" she ask.
"Maybe-" she cuts him off. "Oh my God thanks so much 5 o clock at my place ok? great." she gets up and walks away before he can reply. he sighs not knowing what he got himself into taking out the sketch. It was a drawing of Jasmine.
