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Over these last few weeks, my college life was progressing fast, but for the better.

Since Bell and I had made up, I decided why not for Zach and her to meet since I could tell they were going to become great friends of mine. I remember that funny day like it was yesterday.

"Since our classes are over for the day, how about we go to this cafe I have come to love.", I beamed at Bell after we had met up in the hallway. We were walking slowly trying to think what we could do since we had some free time.

She shooked her head. " Eh, I don't like coffee. It makes me fart."

"C'mon. They also have sweets."

She changed her attitude real quick. "You know what?" She wrapped her arm around mine. "Good thing I have a sweet tooth."

"Okay, then let's go." We walked across the street with Bell throwing a few choice words after someone almost hit her with their car. Then I had to drag her when she laid down, feigning hurt, claiming 'She was finna get this check.'

The door bell ranged as we entered.

"Ah, I see our regular fattie is back." Zachariah came towards my direction with a tray of sweets and a smile as he forgotten the irritated, waiting customers who were just about to get their order. He pulled me in for a side hug with tray still in hand.

"You know, I'm surprised you haven't gotten fired yet."

He waved with dismissal. "Please, I'm the glue of this operation. There would be chaos around here without me." He diverted his vision over to Bell. "Who is this chica?" He then looked at our joined hands and smirked. He lowered by my ear and in a hushed tone, he whispered, "Top or bottom?"

I was confused at first until I registered what he was suggesting at. I held my hands up. "Woah, woah. We are just friends."

Zach looked like he didn't believe me, pushed me out of the way, and went to Bell. " I would've believe she would been a bottom." , he said in an nonchalant tone.

To my surprise Bell nodded. " I totally agree. If she wasn't playing, I could've tore her ass up." She shrugged as Zach wrapped arm around her.

He looked straight at me and laughed, " I think I'm going to like her." as he pulled her off to a nearby table, conversing, leaving me behind. "You like KISS too?"

I whined. "Hey!, don't forget about me."

They have been bestfriends since.

Nathan and I have been steady on going on our little dates. I have been having a real good time with him and rest assured we have been continuing little game. Who knew I could learn so much about him.

"My turn. Why do you want to be an art teacher?" Nat asked as he placed the sandwiches on the picnic blanket.

I smiled as I rested my head on the palm of my hands as I sat in a criss-cross applesauce position. "There's more than one reasons. My mom was an art teacher also. Then there's the reason of my love for kids. You can learn so much from those little rascals," We chuckled. "Even though they are naive to what they say."

"You got that right." He snickered. "I just had a niece, and I can already guarantee she's going to be a ball of energy."

I caressed the bright, green grass that was near me. "You know, I got my next question."

He hands me a Sprite, our hands slightly grazing each other. "Shoot, sunshine."

"Tell me about your family."

"Sunshine, that wasn't really a question. More like a statement." He held a small smile as he looked over the park.

"Okay then. Tell me about you family?" I put emphasis on the question mark with a questioning expression.

He shrugged. "Nothing much. I mean I have a niece. She's wonderful, her being born made my life brighter. Umm...I don't really associate with the rest of my family that much. Parents, they abandoned me. I have a brother...but we don't talk."

"I'm sorry."

He scooted closer to me and started to play with my hand, slowly drawing soothing circles. "Don't worry. It's not a big deal." He said as he bit his lip and sighed. "How about we go play on the slides." He smirked, with me knowing he was trying to change the subject.

"What about the food?"

"We can pack it later, babe." As we finished, he raced me towards the slides, jumping over the other children.

He was a big kid, and I love it, but he was one to shy away from opening up too much. But hell, it was funny to watch him chase after the dog who robbed us of our picnic basket.

Now things in Art 101 were a different story.

I had finished my art piece, and I was satisfied with it.

"I hope all of you have finished your piece because it is due today." Professore claimed as he held his hands in his pockets. He grabbed his clipboard and jumped up from his desk. I looked around and saw some nice pieces. One that caught my eye was an revision of the Mona Lisa. She looked just like the student who made the masterpiece. Slender facial structure, wide honey eyes, with light, Auburn, and tight curls. The curls sprawled out in many directions, as if I was thee dimensional as it lurked outside the frame.

As professor went around, I took the time to admire my own work.

Instead of the woman being on the shore, she was in an heaven-like setting. She was nude, but a simple cloth she loosely held through her hands covered her 'assets'. Instead on red hair covering the body, black hair scattered everywhere going into to one direction. Instead of the people on each side of her trying to clothed her, it was angels coming to get next to her. Her skin was smoothed and tanned to the most beautiful shade. I named it "Rebirth" and I was pretty darn proud of it. After all, I only had a limited amount of time to achieve it.

When he came around to my painting, he observed it for a long time, his facial expression unclear of what he thought of it. "Hmmm. Nice work, Ms. Haynes, but it doesn't really show you in it. It looks like you just changed a few things around." He shrugged and wrote on his clipboard. "I'll give you a B-. Do better next time." He walked away, leaving me there with my mouth wide open.

A fucking B-?

Even though I liked mine, I'll have to say the remix of the "Scream" with Ghostface from Scary Movie was my favorite.

And Professor can bite me.

Futhermore, Professor and I did have our times where we disagreed many times. And I put emphasis on that many.

I looked up to see Professor slamming a pile of upgraded papers on my desk area as I sat, spacing out some of the times. "Do those."

"You could ask instead of slamming them in my face."

"Do I really? Jeez, it's your job." He rolled his eyes and sarcastically smile. "Oh my dear student," He held his heart. "Can you please grade these papers, which is mandatory for you to do as you choose to be my assistant?"

I blew out a exhausted breath. "You could at least not be an asshole about it." I mumbled up under my breath.

He quirked an eyebrow. "Excuse me. Did you say something?"

I started to grade the papers, aware that he heard me. "No, I didn't." I smiled.

He sat back in his chair and put on his glasses. "I thought so."

And this wasn't even the worst of his attitude. It seemed like most of the time he singled me out to pick on.

Wonder why that was.