when dreams come true

chapter 3 || an encounter

--- so, a lot of you lovely people started insisting that I update. And because that just made my heart swell, I'm going to miss out on some sleep and do this for you. You're all radical human beings. Hope you enjoy!---

(unedited and typed on phone, let me know of any grammatical errors)

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Even though my thoughts were still occupied by the guy whose face I hadn't seen, and his eerily familiar voice, I hurried towards my Art class. And with that, desperately attempted to deviate my thoughts from him. I mean, I hadn't even seen him. How often does that happen?

Sighing, I wiped the thoughts from my head. I was over-thinking. If you said I had a crush on him, I might have agreed. But can you really take a liking to a voice? Kind of weird, no?

I stepped into the Art classroom and instantly a smile formed on my face. I love Art. It's my talent, you could say, if you don't consider me ultimately useless judging by my exterior. Excited, I made my way to the easel way back into the room. The view of whatever we had to draw wasn't very proper, but back here, I felt like I was isolated, and I could drift into my own world as I stroked the brush against the canvas. That wasn't the only reason of course. Back here, I was far from my classmates. I wouldn't need to talk to them, and they wouldn't need to socialise with me. I'm introverted, you could say, but the fact is I'm not very gregarious. Even amongst my friends, I just can't speak a lot. Was it insecurity that someone might embarass me? Maybe. I didn't enjoy pondering upon it.

I set up my paints and paintbrushes eagerly, waiting for the teacher, Ms. Hilary, to arrive and give us an assignment. Just as I was almost about to figuratively glare holes through the door in impatience, she trotted in, wobbling slightly in her 2 inch heels in the hurry; her blonde bun teetering off her head. Ms. Hilary was a pretty, single woman, and many of the male staff of the school took an interest in her. But for some reason she preferred simply befriending them rather than something more. Who knows why.

Ms. Hilary huffed and straightened and gave a weak greeting smile. The class silently smiled back. There weren't any trouble makers in this class, nope. And I was glad. She gave a quick simple lecture on what we were supposed to do, and then scrawled it onto the board with a chalk. Everyone gave their nods of approval and understanding, and we could begin.

Smiling, I picked up my brush and was just about to dab it in some blue paint when Ms. Hilary interrupted the class and our concentration. Some of the students glanced up in irritation, myself included.

"I'm very sorry students. But I almost forgot to introduce someone! He's new and this is his first time taking art, please give him a warm welcome!" Ms. Hilary announced, gleefully. She gestured towards the door, and it squeaked open as someone sullenly pushed it from the other side.

My eyebrows knitted in confusion and curiosity as a tall, dark-haired boy entered the classroom. As I was way behind, I couldn't figure out his features. Ms. Hilary greeted him happily and the class shouted out some greetings as well. Considering the fact that the girls up front looked like they were swooning, I immediately knew he was attractive.

Uncaring, I decided to go back to my work. A faint smile touched my lips as I gently began stroking the different shades of blue in swirls and waves, representing the relentless waves of the sea. Just as I was reaching out for another brush to start on the sunset, I heard Ms. Hilary's heels clicking as she neared me. Noone was around me, so obviously she was here for me. Questioningly, I looked up at her, and at the sight of the new arrival next to her, I froze.

Yes, he was hot. Yes, he was drool-worthy. Yes, he was kind of perfect, but not entirely. He had a scar on his chin, long and jarred, like someone had trailed a knife along his skin. He had flawed skin; there was a patch that resembled a burn on his forearm. His ebony locks flipped into his breathtaking eyes, which entranced me.