𝔐𝔶 𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢 • 𝔩.𝔥

Ch.7

When I leave the locker room, Luke is waiting for me.

"Hello" his perfect smile is contagious.

"Hey." i smile back at him. I walk to where he is standing. I have to ask him about that Cassandra chick.

"Luke?"

"Yes?" he looks at me while we walk together.

"What is up with Cassandra? While she gave you a..." I trail off.

"A kiss?" he finishes for me.

"Yes. A kiss. She was giving me the evil eye and then when we went back to role call she told me to stay away from you or she will do something. She never got to finish, she was cut off." I tell him.

"I'll tell you at lunch. Which is after 4th period. I have to go to science." he walks up on a brick walkway and smiles at me.

"What?"

"Is that your class right there?" he points to the door behind me.

"Yes, why?"

"We can walk to lunch together. I'll just come out this back door and wait for you." he states.

He wants to walk with me? He'll even wait for me!

Stop it! He's just a friend. I already know what's going to happen if I get too attached to a guy. I don't like it.

I say bye to Luke and walk in the art room. There are vivid papers scattered across the floor and pictures on every single wall. Paint is on the table and the cabinets are a mess. A middle aged woman with a black messy bun and a apron with dried-up paint splattered on the front walks from the storage room.

"Hello class!"she smiles.

"HIIII" the class says in unison.

"I am Ms.Garf, and I will be your art teacher for the year." she giggles. She's really...happy?

"Everyone just pick a seat and then I'll call role." she sweetly smiles.

I walk around to see if I can find an empty seat. There is one more seat in the front and I speed walk to that seat. Lucky for me, I got the seat.

I get situated and sit up straight and wait for her to begin role. A couple of minutes later she silences us.

"Class! If you never had me before, here is how I call role. We have q.o.d which is question of the day. When I call your name, you will answer the q.o.d." she smiles. She walks over to her messy desk and sits down on her chair.

"Theee q.o.d is...if you were a color, what color would you be?" She starts calling out names from the bottom. She calls this boy named...Harry I think?

"Harry Styles." she looks around and her eyes lock on this curly haired boy.

"I don't know." he stares at her.

"Well just pick a random color." she tells him.

"I said I don't know! Just choose someone else!" He raises his voice.

He is very rude.

"Harry Styles! Why do you keep doing this every time I call role!" She starts to raise her voice.

"If I keep doing this every time then that must mean something." He glares at her.

"Please don't argue with me." She demands.

"Then don't call me for some q.o.p." he is still glaring at her.

"It's q.o.d." I correct him.