Angels

Chapter three

A/N: Why hello there!! I didn't see you there *wink*!! I thank you for reading this story, and I promise that dis chappy will be long and slightly boring, but don't fret my pets. The next chapter will be long and not boring. Oh and don't forget to vote and comment on things you like!!!! Enjoy :D

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Sarah POV

As we got near the classroom, Jake visibly changed. He corrected his posture and he seemed to bounce more as he pulled me along. He was animated.

When we actually got to the classroom, he let go of my hand and hurried in. I came in after him and took in the scenery.

There was a huge ceiling that arched over head. It seemed like a little department store, only with sculptures made of metal and not shirts on sale.

I looked at the seats aligned in a sort of messy state at the front of the class. Then I see a young woman with wild red hair tied back in a ponytail in front of them.

 As I walk closer I notice her pale blue eyes. She kinda reminds me of this fire spirit I read about in a book once. 

I reach into my bag and start poking my sketchbook. I have the sudden inspiration to draw the teacher's frazzled hair as fire. 

I was pulled back to reality with a voice calling out to me.

"You can sit wherever you want, we will be going over rules and procedures today so this will be temporary."

I nod at her and make my way to the very back of the chairs.

There's a chair that's in a dim spot, so I walked over and set my stuff beside me. I opened my bag and took out my sketchbook, finally getting to calm my itching desire for fire hair. 

As I started drawing my mind wandered over the memories from my sketchbook.

I had been given it by my mother when I was really young. She never said where she got it from, but it seemed to have an infinite number of pages. Especially considering I've had it for forever.

At any rate, it is really special to me.

"That's a good drawing, are you an artist?" a voice suddenly asked. 

I jumped in my seat and looked up at the beholder of the voice.

It was Jake.

I shifted my sketch out of his view.

"I'm not an artist, these are just doodles."

"That doesn't look like you're just 'doodling'" he said while using air quotes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Um, exactly what I said? That's way too good of a drawing for you not to be an artist." He replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

I felt my face flush with pride before I averted my gaze to the ground.

"A-" 

"Okay! It's time to go over what to do and what not to do while you're in this class. Those of you that go home tonight and get your syllabus sign..." The teacher said excitedly.

I glanced down at my drawing and wondered if I really could become an artist.

I took a peek at Jake and immediately looked back at the ground.

What the hell was I doing?? I'm trying very hard to stay away from people, not get involved with wackos that have no sense of personal boundaries!

AGGHHH!! I went back to drawing, desperately trying to get Jake out of my mind.

I mean, I literally just met him! Why the hell can't I stop thinking about him?! And what the hell was that stolen glance or whatever! I'm not acting like myself and it's driving me crazy!

What do I-

SNAP

I lifted my pencil, well, now two pencils, up.

Greeaattt. Just what I need to top the cake.

I sighed and put my sketchbook away. 

Might as well listen now.

"Oh yeah, also, tomorrow we're going to pair off into teams for an exciting little project I have planned to start the year off right!"

"So make sure to-"

BRRIINNNGGG

"Aww cheese guys. Anyway, you can go. Don't die tonight!"

That's a weird way to say goodbye.

I starting walking out the door when I pulled out my schedule.

So next hour I have history with Mr. Web.

I look around the hall at the bustling students.

I'm at room 27, so I'm really far where I need to be.

I contemplate trying to decipher the map when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around and heave a heavy sigh.

It's Jake again. What is it with this guy? 

"I can show you to your next class if you want." He offers.

I look at him for a solid minute before realizing that saying no would make me late because I'd end up wandering the halls in search for classroom 84.

"Yeah fine, whatever. Where's room 84?"

He beams at me and I feel a little flutter in my stomach.

The hell, a flutter? I must be catching something from Jake.

He starts to exit the building and turns back to look at me.

"Are you coming or are you just going to stand there all day?"

I feel an incredible urge to deck him, but I swallow it.

I can't be late.

"Just show me the way moron."

He clutches his chest where his heart would be and dramatically says, "Ouch, that one hurt right here."

I roll my eyes and we start walking.

He leads me into the next building and up the stairs.

We stop in front of my classroom and Jake stands there smiling like an idiot.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, anyway I have to get to class!"

I move to go inside the classroom but Jake's still standing there.

What does he want? A treat for a job well done?

Before I can say anything Jake smiles once more.

"Happy Camping!" He chirps before turning around and walking away.

Happy camping? What the hell does he mean by that? 

I open the door and move into the room.

As soon as I'm inside I know exactly what he's talking about.