Think Again

"You will be working with Ryan Keyes."

Chapter 15: “You will be working with Ryan Keyes.”

One week later

Art Class

“You’ll be doing a project for your finals. The marks will be 100% based on the project. And you’ll be having partners.”

My eyes widen in excitement as Art was my favourite subject.

“You can do anything you want, related to art. From sculpting, to drawing to painting, anything! And I will be picking your partners.”

That got to me. I don’t like doing art with other people because my opinions would always drastically differ from my partner’s. And I don’t know many people in this class.

But on the contrary, to be able to do anything I want for my art subject in finals! It’s a huge thing for me. I’ve always had my imaginations barricaded when it comes to art exams. I had to draw what they wanted me to or paint on a theme which I had no feelings for. For me, art isn’t just what you do. It’s what you feel. And I can’t paint something I can’t feel for. 

My thoughts are interrupted when Mr. Dane calls my name.

“Analiese, you will be working with Ryan Keyes.”

*

 “Hey, so what do you want to do for the art project? I mean you are the Picasso,” he smiles, complimenting me honestly.

I laugh and shake my head.

“Whatever mister. I can’t provide an answer right now, though, Ryan.” I tap my fingers on my chin.

“And why’s that?” 

We start walking through the hallways of the school.

“Inspiration, darling. Inspiration. One can’t wreck their brain for something that comes so naturally. Art is spontaneous.”

I say, lifting my nose high up in the air.

“Well, hello there! You really are Picasso then, aren’t you?”

I laugh and shove him.

“Better,” I wink. “Just kidding, that is absolutely ridiculous. Oh, let’s go to my place today, yeah? We could discuss it.”

I lift my eyebrows, craning my neck up to meet his gaze.

Jesus, I’m short.

“Sure, Ana.”

“Right, hand me your phone.”

I thumb in my number under the name “Annie Bunny” before handing it back to him.

Then, I typed him my address.

His phone pings in his hands and his eyes scan across the screen before swooping up to meet mine.

“Loser.” He mouths and I throw my head back, laughing.

“You suck,” I shove him again. “See you later!”

I wave and I’m off for my next class.