Stay Beautiful Keep It Ugly

Accidental Boob Grab: Chapter 4

"Catch you later, Tori!" Ray waved good bye to me. He would be showing me where the art room was, but he had to go to science, and that was on the other side of the of the school than where the art room was.

"Bye Ray!" I called out to him, then ran to my locker. I shoved my math and history books into my locker to be replaced my my sketching book and my small bag full of drawing pencils. I had no idea where the art room was, so I would have to run to the other side of the school so I could spend as much time as I could looking for the right room.

I slammed my locker and took off running; I didn't want to be late for art class. I rounded a corner and ran into someone. I heard the breath leave their body as they planned on their back with me on top of them. Everything that was in both of our hands was now scattered all along the hallway.

"I'm so sorry!" I told the person instantly. I looked down at their face, my eyes going to straight to their eyes which were a light brown, almost the color of honey, but a little dark and with a hint of green. He has raven black hair that went down to his shoulders, and a round, but slightly pointed face with dark circles under his eyes. He had a cute button nose that turned up a little a the tip. My eyes wander down to his lips, which were a soft pink color. His top lip was thinner than his bottom one, and they looked soft, velvety, and...

'Warm? Is that the word I’m looking for?’ I thought. I noticed the corners of his lips lifting up into a small smile.

"Well, hi there," He said.

"Uh... Hi," I said, in a state of shock.

I guess I've never been in presents of a hot man before. We layed there for a few more seconds before he interrupted the silence, "Are you going to get off me, or will we just lay here till we rot?" I was going to say we could just lay there until I remembered that I had art.

"I gotta go to art," I said aloud to myself. I placed both my hands on either sides of his head in an awkward attempt to get up. I, eventually got up, with help from the hot mystery man, and I held out my hand to help him up. I noticed his hands were very similar to Mikey's, but with slightly shorter fingers.

"I have art too. Maybe I could show you the way so you don't have to run, yeah?" He offered, bending down to pick up our things. I bent down next to him to help and I took his offer, "Sure, you can show me the way." He straightened back up to his 5' 9" height.

"I'm Gerard, by the way," Gerard told me, handing me my things.

"I'm Toria, but call me-," I didn't finish because Gerard cut me off.

"I like the name Toria. I'm going to call you Toria. Is that okay?" He asked starting to wake the way I was running.

"Ah, sure... No one has ever called me Toria; only Tori.  Except for...," I had to pause so I didn't chock up. The only other person who called me Toria was my mom. I told Gerard that and he gave me a sad smile.

"Is your mom...," He dragged a finger a long his thoat instead of saying the dreaded word. I nodded and gave him a weak smile, "I live with my dad now."

"I'm sorry for your loss. How do you like living with your dad?" Gerard asked me.

"Awkward. Very, very, very, awkward. I'm sure it it's onlt thisawkward because I only moved in with him this Saturday, so...," I told Gerard as I glanced as my watch, "We're gonna be late."

"No. The class is right here," He walked into a class room. I smiled and sat down in the empty seat next to my new found friend as the bell rung.

"Alright class, good morning....," The art teacher welcomed us, then went on to explain what we were doing this week.

"Go get you supplies and start," She told us. Everyone in the class, except Gerard and I, got up and ran over there. We looked at each other and tried to go as slow as we could so we didn't get caught in the mass of running students. Once Gerard and I finally to where the supplies was, people had started shoving, and Mrs. Allen was yelling for them to stop.

Gerard and I tried to stay away from it, but someone ended up shoving me. Gerard's hand reached out to catch me, but he didn't grab me arm, or my shoulder like I think he was planning on doing. Instead, he grabbed my boob.

Immediately, he turned the brightest shade of red and started apologizing, "Oh, my God. I'm so so sorry- I didn't mean to grab that. Ah-" I cut off his rambling.

"If you didn't mean to grab my tit, then why is your hand still there?" I asked him. I had to stifle a giggle when his face turned an even more brilliant shade of red as he let go.

"Toria, I'm really sorry," Gerard apologized again. I waved it aside.

"Gerard, it's fine," I drew out his name and the word fine. We both giggled and waited for everyone to finally stop fighting.

"So... what are you going to paint?" I asked Gerard and we grabbed our paint brushes and paints.

"You," He said very seriously. I blushed and laughed at that.

"Really? Because I'm going to paint you," I told him, jokingly.

"Fine by me. I hope you can get paint on that shirt," Gerard said as he set down his stuff next to mine. I looked down at my shirt and after a moment's thought, I said, "I can wash it out if I accidentally get paint on it."

"Good," I heard Gerard say before flicking his paintbrush, covered in red paint, at me. I gasped, then looked up at him.

'Bad move,' I thought as he ran his now blue covered paintbrush down my face, neck, collar bone, and shirt. My eyes followed the blue line until Gerard retreated his paintbrush away from me. I looked up at him to see that he had gotten red paint on his lips as well.

"You painted my lips blue," I told him, trying to stay serious when all I wanted to do was laugh.

"And I painted my lips red. Wanna make purple?" He raised an eyebrow. At that I couldn't hold in my laughter.

Mrs. Allen made her way over to see what I was laughing at and gasped at all the paint over me.

"Gerard... lunch detention," was all she said before she walked away. I looked up at him and said, "I hope painting my face and my shirt, and asking a that question was worth a detention."

"Oh, it was," Gerard said as he stuck his hands in red paint and pressed both his hands against my checks.