Adrenalin

Chapter 9 - Sydney

Ah! Sorry it took me so long to update! I've been focusing mainly on the James/Lily fanfic Turbulence (you should check it out), which I'm updating almost daily. But I'll update this one as much as I can.
Enjoy the new chapter! I really need feedback on what you think, so comment. Do you think I'm developing their relationship okay - too fast, too slow? Do I need to improve dialogue or descriptions or anything? I could use the help, thank guys xxx
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Also, I've attatched a picture of the drawing Sydney did (which is an art work of mine) and a picture of the dress she bought so you can get an idea which can be seen above or to the right (depending on what device you are using). Lemme know what you think :)
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Hayden.
That damn boy.
I don’t even know his last name but he’s got me hooked.
My mind thinks of nothing else all day; his eyes, his scent, his walk, his talk. But I really shouldn’t. A stupid crush isn’t what I need right now – or ever.

Forcing myself to tear my thoughts away from him, I return to the Practical Art exam in front of me. I glance up at the board, checking how much time I have left and rereading the instructions.

Make a creative piece of art, whether it be a drawing, painting, sculpture, ceramics etc. It can be of whatever you like, whoever you like. Good luck!

And below, the amount of time remaining: 35 minutes.

Thirty-five minutes left and I still hadn’t touched the blank A3 paper in front of me. I chose to do drawing, which is my strong suit. Looking around, I notice I seem to be the only one doing a drawing. I guess a sculpture is a bit more impressive than just a mainstream drawing.

Ten minutes later, I had something underway. I can’t tell you how it came to me, but I was thinking about Hayden again, and how he makes me feel. So I decided I’d try and draw it – draw how he makes me feel.

Now with three minutes to go, I finish the last bit of shading and colouring.

“Utensil’s down!” Miss Willett calls to the class.

Pencil’s and brushes clatter onto desks and people lean back in their chairs, flexing their fingers and trying to clean the marks off their clothes. Miss Willett walks around the class, making a comment on each of the art works. She peers down at mine.

“Very interesting, Sydney. Very unexpected. I’d love to know later what inspired you.” She nods happily and moves on. I cringe and blush thinking of having to explain my inspiration to her.

My phone vibrates in the pocket of my jeans but I can’t check it yet, Miss Willett isn’t one to let you off for texting in class and I need my phone. I stand and stretch before collecting the pencils up and washing the colour off my hands under the tap.

“Hey,” says Lea, appearing next to me at the basin and washing her own hands, which are covered in clay.

“Hey.” I reply somewhat suspiciously; no one’s ever talked to me in this class before.

Lea brushes her dark blonde behind her ears awkwardly with the back of her hand and smiles, lighting up her brown eyes. “I saw your drawing. You’re really talented, you know.”

You’d think, considering it’s an art class, that you’d actually do art. But we never seem to. It’s always projects on the Mac computers or research tasks on famous artists. So now that I think about it, she’s probably never seen me draw before.

“Thank you.” I say, giving her a small smile and looking down. God, I’m so bloody awkward. “I saw your sculpture, it was really good.” It was a clay sculpture of a woman holding her baby and it reminded me of Riley.