A Cynical Mind

First Day Worst Day

{Ophelia's P.O.V.}

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It was the first day of college, and I already committed social suicide.

So it happened as soon as I walked into my first class of the day, multimedia composition and portfolio building. I walked up to the front and center of the studio to take my seat, and pulled out my pastels, fixative, and heavy paper. I started off with prepping my paper with a nice blended sunset motif background and sprayed it with fixative. At this point, the door opened wide and a slim figure stepped in.

My jaw dropped, he was absolutely gorgeous. His hair was conservatively coiffed, his teeth were white as ivory, and straight as a rod. He dressed stylishly in a white dress shirt that hugged his muscles in all the right places, He flung his blazer over his chair with a flourish of his dainty and long fingers. He was definitely, absolutely, out of my league.

"Hello," said the young man, "My name is Brendon Urie, and I will be your artistic program adviser and instructor for the duration of your freshman year here. If you have any questions, comments or concerns, I advise you to wait until the end of class to bring it up with me, understood?" He went on to have his aide pass out the syllabus and roster around the classroom.

I watched the way his jaw moved as the words poured out his mouth like a spicy honey, sweet and piquant. Every time he paused to point at his presentation, he would purse his lips into a tight smolder and raise his eyebrows in amusement and confidence. Just looking at his aesthetically pleasing features made me want to draw his likeness to hang up one day in the privacy of my room. 

I pulled out my copic markers and went to work on a portrait of him that was hopefully my magnum opus. I became so engrossed in the project that I didn't realize that he was standing behind me, watching me draw his face. As soon as I ripped the picture out of my pad I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned around, and to my shock, it was Mr.Urie.

"Excuse me miss," He whispered in my ear, sending tingles down my neck, "May I see you after class?"

I was absolutely ashamed, embarrassed, and just mortified. He just called me out for drawing in class! And on the first day of school too. All the other students stared at me and the picture, quickly putting two and two together.  

As soon as all the other students left the classroom, Mr. Urie walked over to my easel. He scratched his chin and cocked his head sideways, doing a little huff as he sat down on an adjacent stool.

"So, umm," he hesitated, "Why were you drawing me in class? Not that I don't like the picture, i'm just curious as to the subject matter."

I took a deep breath, and prepared to tell him the truth.

"It's because I think you're hot, you have the perfect face for portraits," I blurted out, blushing.

"Wow," He said, taken aback, as he slowly exited the room. The look on his face was that of embarrassment.

I was absolutely fucked.

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I went through the rest of my day in silence, afraid to go to class the next day for fear that Mr.Urie would call me out in front of the class. Or worse, kick me out of his class.

The cafeteria food tasted bland, as it felt like all the color had been sucked out of my day. not even a lox bagel could cheer me up. 

At the end of my school day, I walked to my dorm and crashed out after downing some NyQuil.