The writer, The Artist and the Cheetah(Marc Anciel x oc) rewrite

Chapter 2

It's my birthday so here's some art and a chapter

Fawn's pov

I turned my head when the bell for the beginning of class went. I turned to Marc who looked at his feet nervously. "W-we should head to class" he mumbles. I pull out my schedule from my pocket and hand it to him. He looks at it, reading over the classes.

"Oh your in my class" he points out, handing the paper back to me. I smile. "Guess we could go together" he states. I nod, pushing a couple strands of hair behind one ear. Marc gets up. I quickly do as well, sorting my jacket. When he turns his back, I look down at Wendy who pokes her little head out of the pocket of my shirt. I push her head back into the pocket before walking forward.

I catch up with Marc and walk beside him, holding onto my notebook. He held onto his bag as I followed him to our classroom. The teacher looked at me with a smile. "You must be Fawn, correct?" she asked. I nod. She looked at me with concern before smiling again. "You can sit wherever there is a space" she explained to me. I nod again before walking up the steps of the class.

Most seats were taken but Marc had an unoccupied seat. I walk up and take a seat. He looks at me but doesn't say anything, turning back to his notebook. I put my own notebook on the table, opening it to where I had left off and started adding stuff to the story, reading back a couple pages to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything.

The teacher started talking and I looked up, watching her as she wandered around and explained what we were to be doing. It was a partnered project. I looked down at my notebook before turning to Marc.

I tapped his shoulder. He lifted his head to look at me. I sighed the question of if he wanted to be partners but he didn't understand. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out a piece of torn paper. I wrote the question. He looked at it before looking back up. "A-alright" he agrees. I smile.

I write down another sentence. 'How about we go to the library after school?'. He reads the sentence over before nodding in return. I give him a thumbs up and a smile before looking back down at my notebook, tapping my pen against my lip in thought.