Curing His Artist Block|ON HOLD|

03|Pie And Face [PRT 1]

Chapter Three

Pie And Face

Nichole Byers|The Prankster

I walked into the school building and down the hallway scattered with students.

Art students walked with paintbrushes tucked behind their ear and palettes in their hands as they painted the walls and lockers. Students sang and some played their instruments. The hip hop dancers played music from their phones and danced, not caring if anyone watched.

Everyone did their own thing, either they were with their friends or just showcasing their talent - I felt alone.

"Nichole!" A voice yelled, I turned back and saw Erica running up to me. She stopped in her tracks and leaned on the locker next to mine. "Good morning!" she greeted.

"Morning" I grunted as I put my bag in my locker and searched for the books for my first period.

"The dancers and I are going out after school today, wanna come?" She asked, I gave her a quick glance and let out an amused but bitter chuckle.

"No."

"Come on Nichole!" She wined, I felt the urge to punch her in the face for being so loud.

"You know they wouldn't want me there." I tell her. "I'm weird, remember."

"Everyone only thinks you're weird because you rarely socialize" she says.

"What if I don't like socializing? What if I like to be on my fucking own, what's the problem with that?" I snapped, catching her by surprise. "And I don't appreciate it if you keep booking me hangouts with your little friends."

She stares at me with wide eyes. "Fine, just relax okay, you don't have to go." She tells me and backs away then she turned and left.

I walk away with my hands shoved in my pockets and a scowl edged on my face. Some people gave me weird looks while others whispered to their friends but I just ignored them and kept moving.

I felt a little bad, I shouldn't have let out my anger on Erica, but we both know what puts me in a bad mood like this.

Nina.

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I knocked on the art room loudly and waited patiently. The door was pulled open by a pale brunette girl, her smile immediately dropped when she saw me.

"You." She seethed and I gave her a cheeky grin. "What do you want?"

"Hey, it's pixie cut! How's life treating ya." I exclaim with a fake accent.

"What do you want?" She repeats. I roll my eyes at her attitude and push her inside so I could walk in. "Hey!"

"Oh shut up." I already started to feel annoyed. "My Polpins asked me to give you this letter."

I hand her the white envelope, which she snatches out of my hands. She tears it open without wasting time and pulls out the letter, letting the white envelope fall to the ground.

Her eyes scan the paper quickly and she quietly mumbles the words as she read through. I used that as an opportunity to close the door and lean on the wall casually as I wait for her to finish.

When she does finish, her face is red. "What?!" She shrieked. "You're our helper?!" I could practically see her vibrating with rage.

"I know, you guys are so lucky to have me here"

"I'm talking to Mr. Polpins about this." She tries to walk to the door but I grab her arm, stopping her. "Let go!" She snatches her hand away from my grip.

"Whatever, you can go. You'll just be wasting your time anyways." I say and she turns to me. "Don't you think I tried to get out of this? The last thing I want is to be less than ten meters away from you art geeks."

"Could you stop calling us that? It's very inappropriate." She huffs and I smirk.

"What? Art geeks?" I ask. "Art geeks, Art geeks, Art geeks, Art geeks. Whacha gonna do about it?" She shoots me a death glare.

"I can't believe we'll be stuck with you." She says coldly. "Childish freak."

"I hate to do this as much as you do, but we are gonna have to deal with each other and get along, it's just a month." I tell her.

"Don't break anything, don't touch anything and don't do anything until you are asked to." She instructs and I roll my eyes at her strictness.

"Yes ma lady." I give her a mock curtesy.

"Whatever, follow me." She said and trudged forward. "I'm taking you to Sam's art studio. You're gonna help him."

I abruptly stopped in my tracks. "Sam? The Sam Ryan?" I stare at her bewildered. "The grouch?"

"He's not that bad." She rolls her eyes and grabs my arm, tugging me forward. "It's just a month" she smirked.

I've heard about Sam Ryan, everyone has. He is the best artist in he school, so good that very rich and important people buy is work and keep it their homes, offices or extra. He is known as a child prodigy, talk more of his parents that have a fortune. He has it all, the money, the looks, the girls, the talent - everything except one.

He's a spoilt brat.

He's so bad behaved that some teachers have actually quit because of him and some students that got on his bad side never came back to school ever again after he was done with them. He's not a bully, he just comes your way only if you mess with him and his passion - Art.

Sam is mean to everyone, and I mean everyone, he's a selfish grouch that cares only about himself just because he can draw a perfect circle on a piece of paper. I really don't like people like him and the fact I'm going to be working with him is bad enough.

Especially if we used to be best of friends, before I ruined everything. I'm doomed.

. . . (It's not supposed to end here but I had to update. The part two will be up soon.

Elizi❤️