I Wish..[slow update]

Chapter Twelve:- Pleas & Confusions

***Jensen's P.O.V***

She is so beautiful. So damn perfect. I don’t care how people see her. I see a different Krissy every time I see her. Her face looks so cute when she looks at me with her eyes wide open in shock although they look a bit amusing but that is what makes her perfect. The first time I saw her she looked so messed up and in trouble. The way she turned around and she tucked her hair behind her ears. Her eyes stared into mine as I came closer. That first look felt like fireworks inside my body. . Sitting with her feels so.. Weird?...It feels so good. To spend time with her, to irritate her. Coz she looks so damn cute and sexy when she's irritated at me or when she's angry. I've never committed myself to anyone for fear of a heart break! Gosh I sound like a girl! I'm not a player! Mindless flirting is not really bad. I am a guy..what to do??

But with Krissy…. My brain reacts in such a different way when she is around. There is something different in her.

I'm dragging her around in the school towards our art class right now. Surprisingly we are not late to our class. Krissy is back to her senses now. Realizing what is happening around her. She takes a seat on her stool gracefully and she pulled her brown- and a little bit yellow hair into a high bun. I wonder why I can't say anything straight to her...on her face whatever I say, I say inside my mind. Or when I speak to her, I irritate her. I'm pretty sure she'll slap me so its okay to keep my thoughts to myself. But what do I think about her anyways? What does it mean? This girl is driving me crazy.

"Good Morning class! I'm so glad we meet again. We should start with painting something today. So I want you all to un-roll your brush pouch and open the paint bottles, fix the canvas and start drawing whatever comes to your mind when I say -'Winter'. Okay? "

Oh god! Why winter? All painful memories of that one fearful winter night of my childhood come rushing back to my mind. I don’t want to make this. I can't make this. I can't make what first came to my mind when she said 'Winter' . I can't I need to think something else. .

***Kristen's P.O.V***

Trees without leaves with snow on them.. A small path half covered with snow and a never ending frosting night. This is what comes to my mind when I think about winter. I start scribbling something on my canvas but I think we started pretty late so till the time I finished making a faint outline on the canvas the bell rang and we all stood up and I start collecting my stuff when I feel a pat on my shoulder. I turn to see who the person is and I see my teacher standing. I leave my stuff and I give her a huge smile.

"Kristen.." , I nod as she continues.

 "Um- you were not here in the starting classes. And that was when I told the class about the project in Arts. It’s a project on still- life image and it is a dual project so I want you to work with Liam on this project. Because he is the only one left without any partner" I smile and I say- " yes ma'am sure. But I don’t know Liam. Never seen him. Can you like show me and tell him that we are supposed to be working together" , she smiles and nods and she says, "yes I will do that , but Krissy he is not very interested in arts. He is here because he was not allowed to go to any of the sciences because he would probably fail so here he will get at least some marks so try adjusting with him. " , my smile disappeared as she says that because since childhood, I hate people in my group who are least interested to do the work. I just give a nod and she calls Liam.