Get out of my life

Chapter 5

Alright, jumping right into it
When the bell rang I got up to be dragged by Lance to the table his friends sat at. I was going to have to get used to this, though I was still disheveled when we got there.
"Lance... let go of him" Pidge said. He did and I sat down, still flustered from being dragged across the school at far too fast of speeds. We talked and laughed for a while until the bell rang again. I groaned and got up, then realised I had art next. I smiled for a second and walked at an almost Lance pace to class.
    I walked in and took my seat in the back.
"Good afternoon students. DRAW" was the introduction by our teacher. He would always say that. On the first day I jumped and my pen and papers flew everywhere, followed by the class laughing.
    Today, I grabbed a canvas from the back and started lightly sketching on my notebook. Once I had an idea for what I wanted I traced it on the canvas. Finally I dipped the paintbrush into paint and I painted. As I got lost like I usually would while drawing, I started thinking about lance.

Was he the reason that I wouldn't be going straight home after this class and going to watch a sport I wasn't even interested in? He was really attractive, this I knew already and had accepted. I just didn't want to accept the fact that I liked everything else about him.

His annoying jokes, his protectiveness over his friends. His damn laugh. Could it be true that I liked him? He along with all his friends knew I was gay so he couldn't be homophobic. But then again I've seen him flirt with girls all the time.

I groaned in frustration, as I pushed the paint brush harder on the canvas. Hiding it from myself would only make things worse. Even if I never had a chance I didn't want to ruin this new friendship thing I had just started to sort of warm up to.

I could never let him know. I had fallen for Lance, and with that thought popping into my head, I had finished my painting. I took a step back and looked at it. My cheeks turned dark red. It was lance. It was completely different than what I had sketched previously.

What the hell? I rushed over to grab the biggest paintbrush and got as much black as I could and painted over him hurriedly. I covered his freckled rosy cheeks, his arm that was waving at me, his soft hair, his blue and white shirt. I stopped when I got to his eyes. I just couldn't do it. They were so sparkly.
"I like it"
"Aah!" I said throwing my paintbrush in the air as I quickly turned around and backed away from the noise, making me run into my own painting.

It made a loud skidding noise when I pushed it back as the wood of the canvas holder screeched against the concrete of the room. Everyone went silent and looked over to me.

All that could be heard was the light music our teacher had always put on in the background. I looked up at my teacher who looked shocked as my cheeks reddened knowing everyone was looking at me.

"Sorry there son!" he said laughing and hitting me on the back, he hit aggressively making an oof noise rise out of me. I tripped a little forward and tried to regain my balance.

"I've got to remember you're a jumpy one" he said continuing to walk and look at other people's art.

I slowly calmed down as people went back to their art. I looked down at my feet, then glanced up to the painting again. It was just his eyes, staring at me into my soul.

"Damnit lance" I muttered under my breath as I did the final stroke covering his ocean eyes.
This is a little shorter. Comment what length you like ;) thanks
Ps: I have chapters lined up ready to submit I just don't know if it's really good or not. If you like this let me know and I'll publish the next chapter. ;)