Him & I

- CHAPTER 4 -

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Olivia
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Hamish dropped me off at school today. It's a Tuesday and I don't have science, so I'm going to have to find a different way to talk to Smith...Bobby.

"And what are you going to do today, Sweetpea?" Hamish asked as I opened the door.

"Finding Bobby. Apologising to Bobby. Making friends with Bobby." I ruled off.

"Excellent. Nice work, Ollie - You can do this." Hamish assured me.

"Bye Hun Bun! Have a good day, I love you!" He yelled as I ran away from his car towards the big wooden doors.

Art was first. I hate art. So much. However, walking into the classroom, I was pleasantly surprised to see a pair of amber eyes staring at me from the corner of the room.

Deep breath. This is it.

I made my way over to sit down next to Bobby, making up my apology speech as I went but when I was only a few feet away, Patrick the lump plopped down next to him. Ugh. I glared at Patrick who was smirking, evilly. Deciding that I couldn't be bothered to make a fuss, I walked towards the only other remaining seat; residing at the opposite end of the room. Oh Plop.

Poor Bobby. I watched him suffer as I avoided painting the stupid banana. I hate bananas, they're way too yellow.

I couldn't quite tell what Patrick was saying to Bobby because I can't lip read. How inconvenient. Hamish can lip read, he learnt to do so in order to be a better policeman. Overachiever if you ask me - Just kidding! It's actually really impressive if I'm being honest - I'm getting distracted again - back to the matter at hand. The banana. Dipping the paint brush in the yellow, I brought it to the canvas, drawing a huge yellow, blobby, upside-down arch across the blank background. I then picked up the charcoal and drew the weird stalky thing as well as adding a few dark speckles and of course, the transformation of any piece of art; I shaded the hell out of that banana. It was pretty great if I do say so myself, and It only took me five minutes!

I took the remaining time to peak over the top of my canvas and look over to Bobby. He was really focussed on his painting.

I wonder if he's any good.

I was happy to see that Patrick wasn't bothering him; he was talking to one of his best friends, Jamie. I was really interested in Bobby's drawing. I guess he does look like the arty type, but I would have said that he's more of a photographer than an artist. But then again, I could always be wrong - maybe he's both.

Mrs Thistle let us go and I quickly left my banana masterpiece behind, heading straight for the door. Maybe I should have waited and walked with Bobby but I was headed to French: my favourite subject. I sit next to Élodie, who's bilingual - I think she's the only reason I'm good at French.

I was talking to Élodie about Stromae, a Belgian singer who sings all his songs in French. His music was really cool and I usually listened to him when I was doing my French prep.

While we were discussing how creepy the music video for 'quand c'est' is, the door opened, followed by a pair of amber eyes.

Huh, so Bobby does French too.

I smiled gently at him and he returned it, with warm eyes.

There was only one free seat left. And would you look at that - It was right next to Charlotte. Ew. She latched onto him immediately and began twirling her bouncing curls around her finger. He looked really uncomfortable.